I feel like for all the time I spend trying to teach the boys manners and language and sharing and kindness Tod spends just as much time undoing all my work.
I overheard Tod singing a lullaby to the boys last week:
I love Lennon...I love Larry...we love Mom even though she's scary...
Four hours later I was running errands with the boys when Lennon started arguing with me:
Lennon: MOM! Tell Larry to give me my drink back!
Me: No, we're almost home.
Lennon: Oh yeeeeeaaaahhhh? Wanna piece of these (fists in front of face)?
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And then there was the wrestling match yesterday morning when Tod taught Lennon to say, "I'll punch you in the kidneys 'till you're peeing blood!"
'Till you're peeing blood? So many levels of inappropriate; I don't even know where to begin.
And finally, thank you Tod for telling me the pizza I made last night tasted like Mexican food. SO SORRY I didn't have mozzarella in the fridge and used cheddar instead. I'm lucky you're such a patient and forgiving guy. Most wives would've said, "CEREAL FOR DINNER TONIGHT!" but instead I served Mexican pizza of all things. Won't happen again. No really....WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN.
And finally, thank you Tod for telling me the pizza I made last night tasted like Mexican food. SO SORRY I didn't have mozzarella in the fridge and used cheddar instead. I'm lucky you're such a patient and forgiving guy. Most wives would've said, "CEREAL FOR DINNER TONIGHT!" but instead I served Mexican pizza of all things. Won't happen again. No really....WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN.
