Army of Mom

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


Stimulating the economy

The boy needed new shorts for school, baseball socks, baseball cleats and football cleats. We dropped big bucks at Academy (because I'm avoiding the tax-free weekend crowds) ... then I get home and realize the boys needs sliding pants, too. We had this exchange (he's 12 by the way):

Me: Oooh, don't you need new baseball pants because you have a big hole in the knee?

Hot Rod: Yeah and they're getting way too short. (points to about two inches above ankle)

Me: You can wear your pants like Jim Thome and not Jeff Bagwell, you know.

Hot Rod: Thome doesn't wear his pants like that. I'm going to go look. *baffled look* He does wear his pants like that. Who's Jeff Bagwell?

Me: Great Astros player. Wore his pants over his cleats. I never understood how he ran like that.

Hot Rod: *google search & baffled look again* Wow, mom. Was he a good hitter?

Don't look so shocked, child. I know a few things about baseball. I haven't always been JUST your mom.


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