*Bosco talking to his new companion, a temporary tattoo of Super Why on his bicep. For example, today I heard him say, “Shhh, mommy. Super Why is still sleeping.” “I haven’t gone poop on the potty yet, but Super Why has. See? Come look mommy.” “Do you want some of my sandwich Super Why?” “Look, I can make your legs disappear Super Why!”
*A commercial for Huggies Denim Diapers. Because what parent doesn’t want their baby to poop in something that looks like jeans?
*A milkshake I put in the freezer to finish later, and it’s still sitting in there. I don’t know how I could have neglected to pay attention to that.
*The Husband serenading me with Paula Abdul, just so he could get a cheap laugh out of me. So cheap. Straight up.
*Bosco in his church attire, wearing a brown belt, and black shoes. We were obviously running late, and he was obviously having an “I don’t like these shoes” meltdown.
*The price of airplane tickets.
*The state of my laundry hamper, and kitchen sink, and bathroom sinks, toilets and floors, and carpets. Oh and closets. And of course my brain.
*The price of my dream camera.
*The length of my sons’ and husband’s eyelashes. Simply not right.
*Bosco has tan lines, and I don’t. Ok maybe they are dirt lines.
*Bosco walking around like Steve Erkel or Pee Wee Herman because he scuffed up his knees and apparently “It hurts to walk!”
*The Husband’s running shorts.
*My white legs in a pair of shorts.
*The fact that I’m freezing right now, and a few days ago I was actually sweating real sweat from just thinking. Thank you new air conditioner.
*The puddle of pee I just cleaned up off the couch. I won’t tell you whose.
*And this . . .
That’s right. He’s standing folks. That means he’s one step closer to leaving our home, going to college, traveling to the moon and back, getting married, and making me a grandma. That is truly ridiculous.
Have you seen anything ridiculous lately?