Thanks, Baby
Son, Age Four: “Will you be thirty-three in December?”
Me: “Yes, I will.”
Son: “I’ll make your cake with black frosting.”
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Hey, it could be worse. When I was little, I saw a pretty artificial-flowered grave marker that said “MOM” at Kroger, and I told mom I was going to get it for her for Mother’s Day.
Tell my darling to give Auntie Bea a call if he needs a hand with the baking end of things. ;-)
Comment by Bumble — October 4, 2007 @ 4:47 pm
Ouch.
GROUND HIM. :-)
Comment by Slublog — October 4, 2007 @ 5:19 pm
Awww! I’ll be 33 in December too. Can he make me a cake? (Mine don’t do cake well)
Comment by jae — October 4, 2007 @ 7:27 pm
If it makes you feel any better, Xrlq 2.0’s birthday party is Saturday, and it wasn’t until last week that he got around to inviting me.
Comment by Xrlq — October 4, 2007 @ 7:41 pm
That boy needs some pointers on dealing with women!
Comment by Chuck Bell — October 5, 2007 @ 7:35 am
I’m sure he meant chocolate….
Comment by Anne — October 7, 2007 @ 12:23 pm