As a Mother, I am always concerned my 8 year old son continues to move forward and grow in all ways. Here’s his one-sided conversation he had with me tonight between the hours of 6:30 pm and 7:30 pm – you tell me.
Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mom, Mommy, Ma? You know what? Can I ask you a question? I love ET. Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mom, Mommy, Ma? Watch this. Isn’t this cool? La, lalalalalala. Watch me jump? Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mom, Mommy, Ma? Air Guitar: ♫Purple Rain, Purple Rain♫. ♫You can’t always get what you want♫. What does the word reside mean? I’m going to vote for Trump. Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mom, Mommy, Ma? I’m not hungry, my stomach hurts. I have a fever my temperature is 99 degrees. Can I have a snack? I have to go to the bathroom. Ma, Mommy, Ma, Mom, Mommy, Ma? I can’t flush. Oh no I’m good, my temperature is 98 degrees. Phew! Where are we going for Thanksgiving? When’s Daddy coming home? After dinner or before breakfast? The back of my knee itches really badly, UGH!!! Air Guitar: ♫Purple Rain, Purple Rain♫. ♫Hey Man, Oh leave me alone♫ BOWIE!! I’m tired. I’m getting a book to read. What’s the Great Depression? I’m writing in my dairy. Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mom, Mommy, Ma? Can you tuck me in? I love you.
So, I’m assuming we’re all good, yes?!
And that’s my time!