June 14, 2005 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Me: Wow, that was really nice of you, Chickadee. Monkey, what do you say to your sister?
Monkey: BOOGER!
Me: Monkey!
Monkey: Sorry.
Me: What do you say?
Monkey: Thaaaaaank you–
Me: Better–
Monkey: –wiggy wiggy wiggy BOOGERS!
I’m thinking of opening my own finishing school.
Posted by Mir @ 9:35 pm
June 14th, 2005 at 9:44 pm
So… the problem is that he’s “wiggy wiggy wiggy”-ing without the proper music? I’m not following here ;-)
June 14th, 2005 at 9:58 pm
I didn’t. I DID NOT raise her that way. NOT. DIDN’T.
Love,
Mom
June 14th, 2005 at 11:09 pm
Ha! I had to read that one twice to finally see the last line.
June 15th, 2005 at 6:51 am
And the youth will talk to their own in the next room, conveniently forgeting their elders.
June 15th, 2005 at 11:28 am
He was doing fine, but that last wiggy was just uncalled for.
June 15th, 2005 at 11:46 am
In addition to my “wear the same color clothes everyday at work for a week” experiment, I’m going to walk around muttering “wiggy wiggy wiggy” under my breath. I’ll report back.
June 15th, 2005 at 4:53 pm
You go, girl!! :)
June 15th, 2005 at 10:09 pm
Not just Boogers!
Not plain old Boogers! No, no!
Wiggy Wiggy Wiggy Boogers!
(Damn - and I’m already happily married…)