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Monday, March 2, 2009

Oh, Ed!

Before I write about Jessie's first birthday, I would like to document what it is like to have Ed as a son right now. Let's just say that we will be lucky to be invited back to the in-laws house again. The only thing he didn't do is write on the walls.

Yesterday in church, as someone was praying, I dutifully told him to fold his arms and close his eyes, as I did. He had his hand in his pants (he was wearing undies-upon his insistence- and has a fascination with scratching his bootie.) As I was concentrating on who knows what, Ed pulls his hand out of his pants and puts his hand by my face. "Here Mom, mell my pinger." Gross. So stinkin' gross.

7 comments:

  1. That is the funniest thing ever and gross at the same time. See you tonight.

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  2. Been there done that, Elle still thinks it's funny too. Yuck!!

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  3. i wish i could say i taught him that!

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  4. I was hoping Cliff and I were going to have a boy. But after reading that I'm thinking another girl wouldn't be so bad. ;)

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  5. Hahaha, this is fantastic. Little boys are the best.

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  6. Oh boys... a couple of mine have done that at the same time to see who could be stinkier. It's probably a good thing I didn't hear Ed, I think I would have lauged and totally ruined the prayer for the whole congregation!

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  7. I love stories about Ed. He is a funny fella.

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