Today on our way to school we noticed that one of our neighbors got toilet papered.
Chase asked, already knowing damn well what the answer will be but
wanting to shame me just a tad: “Mom, didn’t you get arrested toilet papering
when you were in high school?”
Me, with a joking tone in my voice so Chase can see that he
can’t shame his Mother: “Yes I did. I
did cold, hard, time and I’m not proud of it.
I lived an entire lifetime in the 30 minutes it took Grandma to pick me
up from the clink.”
Ryder, horrified: “But I haven’t even seen your teardrop tattoo.”
Chase, rolling his eyes: “Ryder, you don’t automatically get
a teardrop tattoo by your eye just for going to jail. You have to earn it.”
Ryder: “I will get a teardrop tattoo every time I go to jail.
I’ll have so many my eyes will look like sprinklers.”
Chase looks at me: "Tell me again who your favorite child is?"
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| Me: "Ryder, how was school today?" Ryder: "Great! I free-balled it all day." And yes, he did. And I know this because he showed me. Had I known that seeing little boy balls multiple times everyday was part of parenting, I may have rethought a few life decision. |
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