Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Yeah, That's Right. I'm Your Mama.

John was giving me a quiz about the Great Lakes this afternoon. I got one of them wrong and he shrugged and said, "Whaddya expect? You grew up in farmland, woman -- farmland!"

It was woman I jumped on, not farmland.

He wanted me to add this, too:

Today I told him to put a coat on and he said "What a mom-ish thing to say."


  1. Both of those comments come across sort of smart-alecky in this post but I can assure you they were delivered with the love, tenderness and compassion a nine-year-old boy has for his mother. Heh.

  2. Oh, I'm sure, I'm sure.

    I was declared "uncool" after I told the Boy he could only say "hell" if he was singing Hell's Bells or having a theological discussion; otherwise I expect him to say "H-E-Double Hockey Sticks."

    Plus, it seems I am only good for singing Irish ballads or the "duh duh duh dow duh dow duh" part in said Hell's Bells. I am not allowed to sing the lyrics because I "do not sound so good."

    I was informed of this tenderly, of course.