The Bomb

My kids are better than any TV show.

I could sit and listen to and watch my children all day long. Well, most days. Some days I just want to hop on a plane to some tropical local.

One that doesn't allow anyone who's actually related to me who is under the age of 18.

Take today. We were riding home from church when the following conversation occurred with Big Guy. He's ten.

Me: I got dive bombed by a duck yesterday!!

BG: Did it poop on you?

Me: No.

BG: Darn!

Me: WHAT?!

BG: Uh, I mean Yeah! Sorry about that. I almost always say darn when you say the word 'no' to me. It's kind of a reflex reaction. You probably shouldn't say no to me so much.

Me: ...

This is when Tater Tot piped up with: I didn't know they have time-outs at church, too. Did you know that? Uh, I mean, not that I know they do. Have time-outs at church. I don't know it at all.

I wonder what airfare to the Caribbean is running this time of year.