Tomorrow is the Young'un's birthday. He's hitting double digits. Goodbye 9 and hello 10. We took him to Dave & Busters restaurant yesterday to celebrate. He took two friends, we met some family there, and we tortured ourselves by having a birthday sleepover, too. At home afterwards...not at the restaurant. We ate too much, played too much, and then ate cake. I'm seriously considering going back to Julian Michael's torture videos now.
On the way home we had one of those priceless moments. After several rounds of songs only children can think up, the Kid said he had to, "Hock a loogie." Yeah, I know. Gross. Then he rolled down the window. I told him not to do it, so proceeded to hock that loogie out the window...as Hon was driving down the interstate. It was like a boom-a-rang effect. What gets hocked out, hits the wind, and comes right back at the hocker. Landed right on his cheek. It was gross. Of course all the kids laughed. Being as Hon and I are responsible adults we didn't laugh...much. All I could say to him was they always make it look so easy in the movies. I'd like to say he learned his lesson, but I doubt it. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.