NASTY BOYS
Last night, my husband, our oldest son, and a friend went to the our town's High School Fottball Semi-Final Football game. We won by the way. Off to the state championship. Go Bronchos! However, sons # 2. and #3. decided that, they would stay home with me. I was entirely too cold and; I was in no mood to go and sit, in a stadium outside for 3 hours. The death of a loved one, has a tendency to make you want to hide out at the house for a while.
Most of the evening they stayed in son # 2's bedroom. Granny, had rented them a video game earlier in the day. Seven dollars, is quite worth the price of silence for a few days. The cost of game rental fee, you know. I had managed to keep myself busy all evening. Laundry, ironing, and your basic pick up. I've got to get ready for that funeral. So, it was nearly bed time, when # 2. decides that, it was "Comedy Hour." First, he puts my drum sticks down his pajama bottoms, making a tent in the crotch area.
He then tells me that, he's had too much Viagra.
Afterwards, he puts the dog's new toy down the front of his pajama bottoms. It is two tennis balls, tied together with a very small, thick rope. He says, "Mom, look at my balls!" Of course, I laugh until I cry. Does that make me a bad Mom or what? Son # 3. says, "I see you're balls, but where is your private?" The pont being, life is funny, and my kids are funny. So... you bet, I'm gonna laugh. He then proceeds to knock on the front of the tennis balls and say, "listen to how hard they are."
Earlier in the evening, he had on my new boots with pointed heels. He was trying to walk like a girl, in order to make son # 3. laugh. Son # 3., informed him that, he was gay for doing that; I firmly disagree. I had to explain to him that, he was only doing it to make him laugh. Hey, it was all my idea anyway. At their ages, it seems as though, everything stupid is now gay. Why can't you just say, that's really stupid of you? It has turned into, a huge misunderstanding of the definition.
The last funny ha ha was when, they were both wresteling with one another. Son # 3., somehow got gas squeezed out of him, during the wresteling match. He was laughing so hard that, he could no longer wrestle. They really did, have me laughing until I was crying. I explained to my husband, the entertainment that I had witnessed prior to going to sleep. We even went over, "the gay boot issue." He agreed with me, that's not gay, just funny. I said, "you know that you would have done it too." He laughed, and said "no I wouldn't have." Which means, yes I would have.
I told him that, those two are so nasty, but so funny. He says, "how are they any differnt then you?" "You are the one that they get all of that from." "You are the one who, goes around farting and burping all of the time." That's not all true, just a little exaggerated though. It's hard to stay lady-like, in a house full of boys. In conclusion, I told my husband that, it was all his fault that son # 2 acts the way that he does. Laughingly, he agreed with me, and that's all I wanted to hear. So before, I get some nasty comments, my boys do know how to act in public. They are not the product of crude, poor parenting. Remember, life is too short, so laugh you're behind off, when you get the chance. See ya'll!
Last night, my husband, our oldest son, and a friend went to the our town's High School Fottball Semi-Final Football game. We won by the way. Off to the state championship. Go Bronchos! However, sons # 2. and #3. decided that, they would stay home with me. I was entirely too cold and; I was in no mood to go and sit, in a stadium outside for 3 hours. The death of a loved one, has a tendency to make you want to hide out at the house for a while.
Most of the evening they stayed in son # 2's bedroom. Granny, had rented them a video game earlier in the day. Seven dollars, is quite worth the price of silence for a few days. The cost of game rental fee, you know. I had managed to keep myself busy all evening. Laundry, ironing, and your basic pick up. I've got to get ready for that funeral. So, it was nearly bed time, when # 2. decides that, it was "Comedy Hour." First, he puts my drum sticks down his pajama bottoms, making a tent in the crotch area.
He then tells me that, he's had too much Viagra.
Afterwards, he puts the dog's new toy down the front of his pajama bottoms. It is two tennis balls, tied together with a very small, thick rope. He says, "Mom, look at my balls!" Of course, I laugh until I cry. Does that make me a bad Mom or what? Son # 3. says, "I see you're balls, but where is your private?" The pont being, life is funny, and my kids are funny. So... you bet, I'm gonna laugh. He then proceeds to knock on the front of the tennis balls and say, "listen to how hard they are."
Earlier in the evening, he had on my new boots with pointed heels. He was trying to walk like a girl, in order to make son # 3. laugh. Son # 3., informed him that, he was gay for doing that; I firmly disagree. I had to explain to him that, he was only doing it to make him laugh. Hey, it was all my idea anyway. At their ages, it seems as though, everything stupid is now gay. Why can't you just say, that's really stupid of you? It has turned into, a huge misunderstanding of the definition.
The last funny ha ha was when, they were both wresteling with one another. Son # 3., somehow got gas squeezed out of him, during the wresteling match. He was laughing so hard that, he could no longer wrestle. They really did, have me laughing until I was crying. I explained to my husband, the entertainment that I had witnessed prior to going to sleep. We even went over, "the gay boot issue." He agreed with me, that's not gay, just funny. I said, "you know that you would have done it too." He laughed, and said "no I wouldn't have." Which means, yes I would have.
I told him that, those two are so nasty, but so funny. He says, "how are they any differnt then you?" "You are the one that they get all of that from." "You are the one who, goes around farting and burping all of the time." That's not all true, just a little exaggerated though. It's hard to stay lady-like, in a house full of boys. In conclusion, I told my husband that, it was all his fault that son # 2 acts the way that he does. Laughingly, he agreed with me, and that's all I wanted to hear. So before, I get some nasty comments, my boys do know how to act in public. They are not the product of crude, poor parenting. Remember, life is too short, so laugh you're behind off, when you get the chance. See ya'll!
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