Hello all! A few of you have asked either via comments or through e-mails how my boys are doing. They are doing just fine. You know, your average 13 and 11 year old middle-school aged boys I suppose! I haven't posted about them in a while, so thought this would be the perfect opportunity to go ahead and give you all a little taste of the latest goings-on and happenings. Just for recollection purposes, feel free to refer to one of my favorite posts about them here.
Setting: I am cooking dinner while the boys engage in snickering and random chatter at the table. After a moment or two, they begin arguing in a whisper...
Damoe: (whispering even lower) You ask her!
Will: (whispering back) NO, You ask her!
Me: Ask me what?
The Boys: (simultaneously) Nothing!
Me: Why is it so hush hush? If you want to ask me something, out with it!
Damoe: (hesitantly) Well....we were wondering...(he couldn't control his little smirks and giggles enough to get the rest of his sentence out).
Will: We were kind of wondering...(see above parenthetic statement for Damoe).
Will: Well, did you..."do it (of course it was some made up word that my kids have patented in their own personal language that I can hardly remember and wouldn't dare attempt to spell)?"
Damoe bursts out with laughter and is rolling all over the kitchen floor. I think he may have spewed a bit of Hawaiian Punch from his nose in the process. I swing around with a hot spoon gasping for air--on the verge of hyperventilating...
Me: What the....? Why on Earth would you ask me a question like that???
Will: Well, we saw some...condoms in your room.
Me: What were you doing in my room, and furthermore, it's none of your business what I do! I pay the bills around...
Will: (in his "Mom seriously?" voice) But you don't even have a Boyfriend!
Me: I am GROWN! What I do is my business, and how do I know you two weren't in there on a fishing expedition playing with said condoms?
Damoe: (with that one look where you draw your lips to the side and smack them with that "c'mon now" look on your face) Mom, now you KNOW we don't wear a large!
What. In. The. FUCK?!