Tuesday, November 17, 2009

kids are not at all like a box of chocolates.

Because when I buy chocolate, I get exactly the kind of chocolate I want. Every. Single. Time.

With short people?

Sometimes they crap their pants and hide the evidence. Sometimes you find them cuddled in a heap with their siblings, each proclaiming the others' bestness.

And that is not at *ALL* like chocolate.
Posted by Pamela at 12:02 AM
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9 comments:

  1. unmitigated me17 November, 2009 08:17

    Awww! It's your job to help them remember that closeness, Mom. My kids are good to each other, even at 18 and 20. It makes me so happy.

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  2. Jenni17 November, 2009 12:02

    That's better than chocolate. Not the poop part, of course.

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  3. repliderium.com17 November, 2009 13:20

    That and you're not allowed to eat kids. At least not in this country.

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  4. jen17 November, 2009 14:12

    you totally lied to me.
    you said it was just like chocolate.

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  5. maddie18 November, 2009 17:37

    Hi its me maddie! I am know a follower of your blog!

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  6. Lora18 November, 2009 20:41

    not at all.

    poop is the worst part about being a mom. even when it lands where it is supposed to, it's gross

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  7. Lora18 November, 2009 20:42

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  8. Lora18 November, 2009 20:42

    not at all.

    poop is the worst part about being a mom. even when it lands where it is supposed to, it's gross

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  9. Lora18 November, 2009 20:42

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talk to me, people. because you know i get all giddy when you do.

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