Friday, May 14, 2010

And the battle is won.

Boy Child and I were sitting on the porch swing discussing something like the meaning of life. (Okay, actually, we were talking about whether I guy I know at work is a bigger douchelord than a kid at his school. But whateves)

Me: Boy Child, there's a little bug crawling on you.

BC, swiping it away: Acck!

Me, a few moments of douchebaggery-type conversation: Oh look. It's landed on me now.

BC, pinching the bug off my arm: WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR?!? MY BIOLOGICAL FATHER? WELL I'LL SHOW YOU!

Boy Child then runs off, places the bug on Ginger's back, and gleefully shouts:

DIE YOU INFIDEL SCUM!

Me: Well. Okay then.



Just a normal Thursday night in my house.

1 comment:

Nen said...

oh my goodness... too funny!