Monday, April 23, 2012

Paybacks are, well, Moist

You know when your kid gets you?  Not like "understands you," rather when they "show you what's up," when you deserve the proverbial, "You got owned!"

Tonight when I was convincing my kid to put a load of laundry in the washing machine, he stood behind me, put his mouth on my tricep (the jiggly part...remember, the kid loves arm wattle...wattle blog link), and blew the nastiest, wettest raspberry.  Bleck!  This raspberry blowing on me has become a serious problem around here and had been on the increase and is now officially out of control.  So, my friends, if you've noticed I reek of boy spit these days, well, now you know why.

Anyway, after he did it to me tonight, I'd had enough.

Me:  "Don't do that to me!  Nobody likes having that done to them!"

Little guy:  "You did it all the time to me when I was little."

Me:  (feeling somewhat put in my place) "Yeah, but you liked it."

Little guy:  "No I didn't, mom.", paybacks are seriously slobbery.

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