Scripts, we all have them.
that is so motherly *gasp* imagine sweet little you being all archetypal (sp);)
As we were driving yesterday, Miles and Mick were in their car seats (Mick still facing rear and right next to Miles). There was some commotion, Miles made Mick cry, and when we both told him to cut it out, he said, "Well, he started it!" We just looked at each other and busted out laughing. And so it begins. . .
Oh my dear young professors, it only gets louder and worse. Trust me, I am old and I know these things. The he started will go to he looked at me or she rolled her eyes at me or he ate my french fry or she...well you get the idea. It's never ending, even now and they are almost 30.
Laughing.Sympathetically, of course.I hate it when I hear myself turning into my grandmother.
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