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March 09, 2008
WildChild-isms
--Me: Jeez do you have to argue about everything? What are you going to do when you grow up, be a lawyer like me?
WildChild: No, I want to be a JUDGE!
--Me, struggling to open the packaging surrounding his toy: GRRRRR!
WildChild: Stop it Ma. You're not the Hulk.
--Watching me color in a somewhat vain attempt to keep him quieter in the restaurant, "Hey you're pretty good at that for an old lady!"
--Upon seeing PetCo: Hey I remember going there when I was in HeadStart. *sigh* That was good times.
--My favorite of the weekend:
Pausing for a reload during a ferocious airsoft gun battle against numerous imaginary enemies, "Ma, you smell that?"
"What?"
"Do you smell that?"
"I dunno, what does it smell like?"
"It smells like....VICTORY!"
Posted by Rita at March 9, 2008 09:00 AM
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Smells like victory, eh? Classic.
He's what? 7 now?
Posted by: Craig at March 9, 2008 10:22 AM
Yeah he's 7 going on 17 I think sometimes. He's been particularly wild this weekend because his dad (my son) is here.
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at March 9, 2008 11:48 AM
That's hysterical!
Funny but true story, I had a friend looking through some of my portraits and she came to the one of WildChild's fightin' pose. She instantly declared him adorable and said if I didn't make that the centerpiece of my portfolio she'd never talk to me again. This was less than 48 hours ago.
Posted by: Da Goddess at March 11, 2008 03:50 AM
... like napalm in the morning. :-)
Posted by: Jim - PRS at March 13, 2008 08:58 AM