Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


I give

No, that like that. Ok, well, yeah, I do, but that is not what I'm talking about right now.

I mean, I give like when someone is tickling you and you cry UNCLE or I give, I give ... just so they'll stop.

So, I give.

Being grumpy was making everyone else grumpy. So, I'm waving the white flag and giving up.

I'm not worried about getting work done today. Granted it is 4 p.m., so it is sort of late to be stressed about it at this point.

So, I was tickling Child No. 3 and I said "you're the craziest kid!" Then I hear this scream from across the room "No, I AM!"

That made me laugh. It was from Child No. 2, Hot Rod.

"You're the craziest kid?" I respond. "Yes," he says before going back to his Motocross Xbox game.

Shouting into other room where Pickle was, I yell "Pickle, you're the third craziest kid in the family, by default."

"Ok," he responds like I'm telling him to brush his teeth or something normal.

Normal. Ha. Not my family. Although too normal for Wife Swap. Thank God.


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