Because I don’t feel like delving into the deets about Little Man’s school yet, I’m going to share some of his wonderfulness with you, my boiz and gerllzzzz in the bloggyhood. He really is very entertaining even when I’m plotting ways to escape the grips of hell’s half acres. Or is it the loony bin? Whatev’s. The doooooood’s awesomely awesome. Truly.

Case in Points (Or is it Cases in Point? Or Cases in Points?):

1. We’ll call it Gah-Welf:

“Mommy, I’m scared!”

“Of what?”

“The gah-welf.”

“The gah-welf? What (the feck) is a gah-welf?”

“I don’t know, but it’s a frigger of speech.”

“Ah, I see. I should have known that. My bad.”

 

2. This one shall go down in hizzz-tory as Getting Laid:

Little Man comes running to me, large stuffed dog in one hand, small in the other…

“Mommy, mommy! Look!”

“What’s up, bud?”

“Look!!! A dog just got laid!”

(Snort. Deep breath.) “Wow! That’s awesome, Little Man. I’ve never seen a dog get laid before!”

Let’s leave it at that for today. For those who are wondering, school is somewhat fine and somewhat feckered up the arsehole. Last week, we had 1 good day and 1 feckered day. This week, we’re at 1 good one so far. Any wagers on tomorrow? Anyone?

Love you all, (Ok, not really. I’m just not that friendly. Or loving. Actually, I dislike more than half of the people I know. Hmmm…)

Kia

P.S. Anyone want to make bets on how many Googles I get about humping dogs this week?