Suck it up kid, you’re stuck with me.
I’m a little annoyed today so I’ll keep this brief. Actually, I think it’s just residual annoyance from Saturday. There was a payroll issue and then I had absolutely ZERO bar customers Saturday night and those are just two things that shouldn’t happen on the same day-ya know? Not to mention the fact that on the way to work this happened:
Miss T: (to Mr. P) blah, blah, blah, something about Queenie (my oldest sister)
Spawn: My Queenie?!? My own Queenie?
Miss T: Yes honey, your Queenie.
Spawn: Mr. President? Can Queenie be my new mommy?
Miss T & Mr. P exchange shocked and horrified looks.
Mr. P: What’s wrong with the mommy you have?
Spawn: She’s dirty, I need a NEW mommy!
Miss T: sobs and pouts.
What the hell? That is some bullshit! How is a four-year-old going to go and try and cash in the mommy warranty?!? Mr. President tried to admonish the boy and point out how sad he was making me but something tells me that the giggling he was doing while saying it may have taken away from the seriousness of his message. That kid of mine is a real jerk.
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August 10th, 2009 at 10:18 pm
… you are kinda dirty.
Not replaceable dirty… but dirty nonetheless.
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August 11th, 2009 at 6:24 am
“Queenie”….that fits.
The child just doesn’t realize how good he has it. While Queenie is a wonderful person from every view, she’s just not YOU on a fundamental level. And, I’m not sure that Queenie and Spawn would (ahem) “mesh” well over a long, residental period of time.
Let him go….that FedEx thing might work!
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August 11th, 2009 at 9:53 pm
Ah, Samus is looking to replace me every chance he gets. I thought I’d have to wait until the teenage years for the door slams and the “I don’t like you’s” which makes me worried as hell about what the actual teenage years will be like.
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August 12th, 2009 at 10:11 am
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August 13th, 2009 at 5:16 pm
Thank goodness he doesn’t want ME as his new mommy. He he.
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