I was going to go get a peppermint latte today (gift card!) and see my chiropractor. He can't adjust my attitude (I've asked), but my back is always so much more friendly afterward that my attitude can't help but follow suit.
Instead, Reese dropped off the twins so she could go to Costco without them. Rather than create chaos and make me frazzled, it's actually really nice.
They are closed into Blake's room, playing with Hess trucks and blaring Black Eyed Peas. I went in to make sure that everything was okay, adjusted the volume, and was summarily told by Mason "Addie, go out, please."
Since Blake has the same ear for music that I do, I'm worried about the cussing in the lyrics: he'll definitely pick it up and possibly repeat it. A friend advised shopping for edited music, but I'm pretty sure I'd have to get it at Walmart.
I'd rather have a cussing kid.
2 comments:
I 100% agree.
I absolutely agree with your aversion to Wal-Mart. And, I'll have a completely smart mouth cussing kid too, so we can suffer together. I just don't pay that much attention to my side bar comments as much as a probably should :)
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