I once brought the children to McDonald's after mass. We ordered pancakes and Sausage McMuffins for breakfast. GI and RD got soda, MyGirl opted for orange juice but I wanted my hot chocolate.
The boys finished ahead of us girls. While MyGirl finished her pancakes and I finished my McMuffin, GI and RD decided they wanted a taste of my hot chocolate.
First RD took a sip. (Think big smile.)
Then GI took a drink. (Think bigger smile accompanied by hands holding the styro cup possessively.)
"Hey! Hey!" I said. "That's MY hot chocolate!"
GI put the cup down and checked it out. It said, "Caution: Hot."
He smiled mischievously and said, "I can make a T-shirt with these words. You know ... (presenting himself) ... CAUTION: HOT!"
I have news for you, young hot blood, I think that idea has already been thought of before; and if you must know, you would have to get parental consent before stepping out of the house wearing an advertisement like that.
GI is turning fifteen next month. Should i start worrying?
The boys finished ahead of us girls. While MyGirl finished her pancakes and I finished my McMuffin, GI and RD decided they wanted a taste of my hot chocolate.
First RD took a sip. (Think big smile.)
Then GI took a drink. (Think bigger smile accompanied by hands holding the styro cup possessively.)
"Hey! Hey!" I said. "That's MY hot chocolate!"
GI put the cup down and checked it out. It said, "Caution: Hot."
He smiled mischievously and said, "I can make a T-shirt with these words. You know ... (presenting himself) ... CAUTION: HOT!"
I have news for you, young hot blood, I think that idea has already been thought of before; and if you must know, you would have to get parental consent before stepping out of the house wearing an advertisement like that.
GI is turning fifteen next month. Should i start worrying?
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