Between the constant bickering, rampant destruction, crazy acrobatics and the limitless fiascos involving poop, raising boys is one crazy ride.



Tuesday, July 20, 2010

My Son The Hooker

Ben was trying to pick things up with a plastic hook and was struggling to lift a toy. This is the conversation that followed:

Me: "Ben, I'm not sure you are going to be able to pick that up."
Ben: "Mom, I'm a hooker. I can pick up anything."
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