I went to wake up Kid 1 to do Insanity this morning. (Yes. Really.) I knocked on her vacation-rental-bedroom in the cabin in the woods. I sat down on her Very Squeaky Mattress and said, “Good morning. I hope you had a good sleep. Let’s get up and exercise.”
She said, “I named my bed.”
“Pardon?”
“I named my bed last night. Do you want to know what?” She asked. As she rolled over, her mattress gave another almighty squeak.
“Of course I do.”
“Chastity.”
That’s my girl.
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Bahaha! We should buy all our kids squeaky beds.
Bahaha! We should buy all our kids squeaky beds.
Perfect. In later life she may well name it “Chastity Redux cuz the teenagers won’t stop wandering the house and opening doors that might be closed for a reason and which inconveniently don’t have locks although if they did said teenagers would just pick them open anyway because they HAVE to borrow your hair dryer RIGHT NOW and HOLY CRAP I’m sorry I thought you were asleep.” (Not that that happened recently to anyone I know or anything…)
Perfect. In later life she may well name it “Chastity Redux cuz the teenagers won’t stop wandering the house and opening doors that might be closed for a reason and which inconveniently don’t have locks although if they did said teenagers would just pick them open anyway because they HAVE to borrow your hair dryer RIGHT NOW and HOLY CRAP I’m sorry I thought you were asleep.” (Not that that happened recently to anyone I know or anything…)
Someday, I want to be in a room with Becca and DeNae at the same time. Because I’m pretty sure there would be much hysterical laughter.
Someday remid me to tell you the story about the time we were *ahem* and the girls tried to light their bedroom on fire.
Someday, I want to be in a room with Becca and DeNae at the same time. Because I’m pretty sure there would be much hysterical laughter.
Someday remid me to tell you the story about the time we were *ahem* and the girls tried to light their bedroom on fire.
Hilarious. HILARIOUS.
Hilarious. HILARIOUS.