It rained most of the day and Pacen decided to go outside this evening to play around in the water. I had told him if he found any worms to grab a couple for Bubba (our Garter Snake). About an hour later he came back inside, soaking wet.
"I found some worms Mom."
"Oh yeah? Where are they?"
"In my pocket."
Yup, he had about ten worms in his pocket. I asked him to go put them in a container and give a few to Bubba. Later I was cleaning up the kitchen while Pacen practiced his guitar and guess what I found crawling on the floor? You guessed right, a worm. Apparently Pacen accidentally dropped one when he was putting them into a container. He didn't even notice.
While I was finishing with the kitchen I noticed a drop of blood on the floor. I didn't even know I had cut myself.
"Oh crap!"
"What did you do mom?!"
"I cut myself and now there is blood on the floor."
"I want to see!!!!"
He ran from his room to the kitchen so fast that you would think a monster jumped out from under his bed. Then he saw what he came to see and he didn't think there was enough blood. Go figure.
To top it all off, as I was tucking him into bed I leaned down to give him a kiss just as he flung his fist and screamed, "Cheese ball!" It didn't take me long to figure out what a "cheese ball" was. He threw a fart in my face. I don't know for sure who taught Pacen to do that, but he's almost 11 so I guess it's about that time in life that he starts learning stupid stuff. Ugh.
"Boys are beyond the range of anybody’s sure understanding, at least when they are between the ages of 18 months and 90 years.” ~ James Thurber
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