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WriteChic Press 
My poor boys. They’re going to suffer the beatdown from chicks some day. I laugh when they call me or their sister “woman.” Or when they yell, “Knit me a sweater.” It only occurred to me recently how sexist it is out of the context of laughing at home. 😆
Great. I’ve raised Cartman. 😯
They also yell, “Bake me some cookies!” Or “Make me a shake!” Sometimes I tap the top of their heads with my finger and say, “Bing. You’re a shake.”
Yes! That’s exactly what I do. Except they turn cranky instead of into a tasty snack. 😀
I highly recommend the phrase “Tear it up, baby.”
I mean, yes, it nearly always ends up with me curled up in the fetal position and crying like a bitch, but it would make me happy knowing that someone, somewhere, is crying like a bitch too.
😆 😆 😆
I learned from a young age, mostly from my father, that you never argue with a woman unless you KNOW you are right, can prove it, and have somewhere to sleep once you do. Otherwise, if the wife claims the sky is yellow, the only proper response is “Yes, it IS a lovely shade of yellow, isn’t it, dear?”. To this day, I’ve never slept on the couch once – that’s my judge of victory!
Maybe this should be the first dinner conversation when they get back from their grandparents. “I know, boys, I’ve taught you to reason and to be competitive…but I haven’t told you about women.” 😉
The sooner, the better. Unless you WANT them living in your basement until they’re 30, playing Dungeons and Dragons every Friday night. (“Not that I ever did that”, he says, walking away while whistling nonchalantly.) 😀
I would love them to live with me until they’re 30. My baby is leaving in less than three weeks. 😥
your kids read your blog? my son doesn’t even know the name of mine. on the other hand, he’s never once called me ‘woman’, so i guess it’s a tradeoff. 😉
Tristan knows the name. Omg, he’s so proud he showed a teacher in middle school. You know I died. 😯
And yet you mock me for my clever use of asterisks in all my swears. Henh.
Yeah. That was topped by the abortion debate where Tristan told an anti-choice 7th grader that’s she gets raped, and she gets no choice. Good times.
Heh. Teacher conference? Irate parent contretemps in the Piggly Wiggly?
I’m pretty sure I sent his dad for the rest of the parent-teacher conferences that year. 😀
Our school systems let me track grades daily online which is the BOMB. And my kids are good students. Just super opinionated.
That *is* pretty cool — although I wonder how much if any extra reporting work is required by the teachers? Do they need to make daily grade updates, or do they just post whatever grades they normally would?
Life is too short-no texting for me. Nothing I do is hardly worth even a phone call.
I’m actually not a big fan of the phone. But for me, texting is really efficient in managing the kid scene. 😉