We were talking to the other two and not paying close enough attention.
Connor grabbed the milk.
He waved it in the air.
He turned it upside down and poured it over his head.
ALL over his head.
And all over his clothes, and all over the floor.
He and I took a shower together.
He gurgled.
Jonathan cleaned the floor.
I was late to work.
I recounted my tale of woe to my colleagues when I got in. They were sympathetic. They tried not to snicker.
And then one woman whipped out her phone, pretended to text, and said, "Excuse me, I have to go thank my son for being 18."
I actually laughed out loud.
I am sitting here laughing my head off until the reality set in that I'm going to be taking care of him all by myself in less than a month. Strange how it didn't seem so funny suddenly.
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Bubby
Haha that's a true LOL twice in one day!! You crack me up. And... yeah.
DeleteBe afraid. Be very afraid. And I am!
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