I have been meaning to repaint my childhood furniture that has been living with me since I was seven years old for the past sixteen years. My daughter has finally taken it upon herself to do this job. I couldn’t be happier. She’s also asking about curtains and reupolstering a chair in her room, painting the floor and the walls. Looks like she’s going to be busy and I’m going to be drinking iced tea.
My son Ike is getting some tutoring before school starts this fall. He was trying to ask his dad a question yesterday as he was being driven to his tutor’s house. It went a little something like this…
“Dad, dad, dad, when I’m done with that fart…farting…farter…fartering…”
“Isaac, do you mean tutoring?”
“Oh, yeah! When I’m done with that tootering, can we get something to eat?”
And then we all died laughing. Because in a seven year old’s mind when you talk about tutoring it sounds like TOOTering. And that’s the way it should be.
In other gross news, did you know that if you make jalapeno poppers and feed them to a person that has been struggling with bouts of diarrhea for a couple days they will start saying things like “spicy butt ring”, “jalapeno butt burn”, “hot hole”, “lava sphincter” and “jalapeno poopers”? This can all be avoided and should in any family with manners. Obviously my family is not one of those.