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The Boys
January 29, 2007
This weekend has been full of silly comments and much laughter between the kiddos and myself.
We have been listening to a lot of Michael Franti in the car, and Monk reminded me of when Cole used to think that, instead of "All the freaky people make the beauty of the world"...Cole thought he was saying "All the freakin' people make the beauty of the world." This got them on a spree of turning the ever-present positivity of Franti's lyrics into glum doomsdaying which, of course, prompted me to yell (jokingly) "SHUT UP and listen to the happy music!"
Also, suddenly my children have become the fashion police. The other day, I wanted to wear shorts to show off my newly shaved legs (I got some free razors in the mail, so I figured I might as well use them!) but it was still a bit cold, so I wore a sweater. Coley informed me that "it's just wrong" to wear a sweater with shorts. Of course, Monk shudders whenever I wear socks with my crocks.
Granted, I am fully aware of the fact that I am no fashion queen. But I wish they would at least allow me to wear pajamas without fear of being critiqued. The other night, my black sweats and grey sweatshirt were in the wash, so I donned an old pair of aqua sweatpants with a hot pink sweatshirt. My mom actually gave me this ensemble when I had a similar pajama emergency last time I visited her in Chicago. I emerged from my bedroom feeling refreshed (and totally 80's) and Monk immediately jumped on my ass. "What is it, look like a lollipop day?" He stated flatly. And, while I feigned offense, that comment had me laughing at random intervals all day long.
Oh, what fun it is to live with these two little bundles of joy. I do love them so.
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