Hormones, hormones and more hormones
As the Girl is sick and permanently ensconced on the sofa, this morning I had the very dubious honor of waking up the Boy. This is never an easy or pleasant job, for you never know what you're going to get from day to day. The one promise is that you will get a taste of hormones gone awry. That never changes.
So I wake him up and he groans and turns back over for another few minutes of snoozing. I keep
He goes in and gets dressed in something wrinkled that has been sitting in his laundry basket since the last time he brought up clean clothes. Put things away? How last century of you! As he starts down the hallway I tell him to brush his teeth. This is a daily occurance. I do it every morning and every morning I get "I don't have time". My new threat is, no brushing, no computer. I know, I'm mean and unreasonable.
We do the toothbrushing dance, he has no time, I tell him no TV, he gets pissed off and slams off to the bathroom, saying:
B: "Why are you such a bitch?"
M: "Because I want you to have good oral hygiene?"
B: "That was a rhetorical question. Shut up."
I totally lose it. I am laughing so hard I can't contain it. I start guffawing. A rhetorical question. Man, he's a riot these days. He's just too annoyingly real to believe. And I still love him, too. Stumble It! JBlog Me