I love kids that aren't mine

[whiski_sour]

Haley and her son Walker stopped by tonight after Haley's plans to harrass our old wrestling coach fell through (don't ask...some stories aren't meant to be told).

While Walker is playing with me and my Dad, throwing the cats' toy mice at me and then diving behind Dad to hide, Haley informs us that Walker has mastered the art of drawing stick figures. Apparently, it went down like this:

Walker: Mom, look at the picture I drew.
Haley: Yeah, it's real nice, bud.
Walker: *sighs* You have to look at it.
Haley: Oh. Right.
Walker: *points to a stick figure with a large O for a mouth* This is you yelling at me to shut my mouth and go into the toy room. And this is me *points to a stick figure with a frowny face* still in the living room pouting.

I got pelted with toy mice because I was laughing too hard to defend myself.

That's one to hang on the fridge.

Comments

[one-more-cherry.livejournal.com]

3>> your fam, BB.

[whiski_sour]

They are a joy and constant source of amusement in my life. They're also a big pain in the ass, but the entertaiment value makes up for that mostly.

[one-more-cherry.livejournal.com]

They so sound it!