Today, I was doing Phonics with Sleepy. We were going through his sight words and I asked him to put each word in a sentence. We came upon the word "what". His sentence was, "What the heck?!" I think his brothers have a lot of influence on him. Once upon a time, Grumpy was known for saying, "What the hell?" on occasion. We have asked him to change the last word. Therefore, whenever Sleepy thinks of the word "what" he thinks of that sentence.
Doc and I have actually been tweeking with the idea of going on a date. I know. Totally weird. Not the idea of doing something romantic. It's the idea that we actually might have the guts to dump our offspring on some unsuspecting person. This has always been a hard decision for us to make. I mean, we do watch the news and let's face it, we're paranoid. That's probably why we haven't been on a real date that didn't include scarfing down our food as fast as we can and running back home to see if it's still standing and no one is bleeding. Just the other day, I asked Doc, "So, are we going out for Chinese tonight?" I was crossing my fingers mentally, chewing on my lip. I so wanted to be irresponsible. We haven't been on a date in forever and I was craving Chinese like crazy. I suggested that our 13-year-old son get a chance to hold down the fort for a couple hours. I even turned on my sexy voice and said, "We'll have our cell phone with ...
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