Wednesday, January 16, 2008

More Ramblings From Middle Boy

OK, so now that I have sufficiently recovered from my bout with trauma (from being naked in front of my doctor). Why was that traumatic you ask?


Oh my poor saint of a doctor, but I digress.

So anyway, the BOY is making his dinner last night and starts singing to himself.

My little pony,
smells like bologna

So I have my snot/giggle fest and think to myself, "I have to remember that one.

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