I just got off the phone with my mom. She was beside herself because she watched the kids so I could go to work today.
Anyone who knows my mom knows that she pretty much could have walked straight off the Mayflower. She's about as straight laced as they come and you'll never hear a bad word pass her lips. Enter...my husband, Adam.
He was a fighter pilot in the Air Force and can cuss like a trucker if the mood hits. He's gotten so much better at keeping his language in check but still has some pretty colorful expletives while watching sports on tv or when driving in traffic. (Have I ever mentioned that his favorite basketball team of all times is the Spurs?...umm, yeah...you can't begin to imagine what our house was like last night.)
Going back to today, mom was going on and on and screaming, "DO YOU KNOW WHAT PRESTON SAID?!"
"No mom. What did he say?" Imagining that it was something innocent enough.
Taking a breath, mom continued, "Well, I tried to give him some macaroni and cheese and he said that he didn't want it. I told him that he needed to eat it and he said, 'No'!"
Thinking that was it, I replied, "He's been doing that and it drives us nuts. I'll talk to him mom."
Mom was quiet for a second then said, "That wasn't the problem. The PROBLEM came when I told him that he had to sit there until he ate...and do you know what he said THEN?"
Judging by the tone in her voice, I actually became a little nervous. "What?"
"HE SAID...F@#^ing MACARONI AND CHEESE!"
My jaw literally fell open as I turned a scowling glare towards Adam.
"He saaaaid WHAT?!"
Adam, who now looked back at me with a worried stare whispered, "What did he say?"
"He said F@#^ing MACORINI AND CHEESE!"
His reaction instantly matched mine. A small, "oh." escaped his thoughts as he realized that his five year old son had just said the mother of them all...over mac and cheese.
Needless to say, I hope the Spurs win their final game...and I think that maybe tomorrow, we'll have grilled cheese sandwiches instead.
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Anyone who knows my mom knows that she pretty much could have walked straight off the Mayflower. She's about as straight laced as they come and you'll never hear a bad word pass her lips. Enter...my husband, Adam.
He was a fighter pilot in the Air Force and can cuss like a trucker if the mood hits. He's gotten so much better at keeping his language in check but still has some pretty colorful expletives while watching sports on tv or when driving in traffic. (Have I ever mentioned that his favorite basketball team of all times is the Spurs?...umm, yeah...you can't begin to imagine what our house was like last night.)
Going back to today, mom was going on and on and screaming, "DO YOU KNOW WHAT PRESTON SAID?!"
"No mom. What did he say?" Imagining that it was something innocent enough.
Taking a breath, mom continued, "Well, I tried to give him some macaroni and cheese and he said that he didn't want it. I told him that he needed to eat it and he said, 'No'!"
Thinking that was it, I replied, "He's been doing that and it drives us nuts. I'll talk to him mom."
Mom was quiet for a second then said, "That wasn't the problem. The PROBLEM came when I told him that he had to sit there until he ate...and do you know what he said THEN?"
Judging by the tone in her voice, I actually became a little nervous. "What?"
"HE SAID...F@#^ing MACARONI AND CHEESE!"
My jaw literally fell open as I turned a scowling glare towards Adam.
"He saaaaid WHAT?!"
Adam, who now looked back at me with a worried stare whispered, "What did he say?"
"He said F@#^ing MACORINI AND CHEESE!"
His reaction instantly matched mine. A small, "oh." escaped his thoughts as he realized that his five year old son had just said the mother of them all...over mac and cheese.
Needless to say, I hope the Spurs win their final game...and I think that maybe tomorrow, we'll have grilled cheese sandwiches instead.
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