R: "On "How it's Made", they are belting creamy chocolate rapers. Maybe something about goats."
Me:(after watching the show for a minute to see what the crap he's talking about) "Wafers, son. Say that word about a dozen times. Cream-coated chocolate WAFERS." Great. Now I can't even look an Oreo in the eye.
I'm standing here watching out my window as my kids play
peacefully with each other in the backyard, and all I can think is "Man,
if I just had a couple of water balloons, their lives would suddenly get a whole lot more
Ro effectively ruined my chances of getting a good nights
sleep last night. He came stumbling out of the boys bedroom, whimpering -
"I think something's wrong with Gaius." Instant panic sets in, as
Mommy and Daddy rush to the bedroom to see what's the matter. Gaius is sleeping
"What do you mean, something's wrong, Roman?"
Mommy asks quietly.
"Well, I was talking to him, and he didn't say anything
To which I reply, in a shouted whisper - "It's because
he's friggin' ASLEEP! Which you should be! GAHHHH!!!"
Mommy did good, though, and thanked him for telling us when
he thought Gaius was in trouble.
It's the one thing I dislike about being a parent. Panic
mode. Everything else, I can deal with. In panic mode, my head immediately goes
to worse case scenario, and it sucks. Sucks sucks sucks sucks SUCKS.