"It smells like barbecued dog hair." Ghostbusters
It is a rainy, lazy day, so the kids are watching Ghostbusters for the millionth time and eating Lucky Charms. Can you think of a better day? My kids live large and they won't realize it until later. Ned has made a golf-sized ball out of the marshmallow surprises, licked and hand-compressed. He ate it before I could take a picture. He put the whole thing in his mouth and then starting drooling multi-colored spit until he could get in under control. Ellen and Ian laughed so hard I thought they would pee their pants.
Ellen tells me that Hunter so and so asked her out. Asked her out? 11 year olds ask each other out? She said no, because that isn't who she likes. I am not ready for this stuff yet. I asked her where they would have gone, little miss not so clear on the details said, "I don't know, I didn't ask". Then she asks if I would have let her go. Would I have let her go, hmmmm, dodged that bullet didn't I! I guess I am almost to the point where I take them to movies, so they can hold hands. Are you all cringing remembering this ritual for yourself - ughh!!
American Idol should be fined a $1.00 for every time someone repeats the "pants on the ground" song, and I use the word song loosely. The kids don't even watch American Idol, so learned it through "bus osmosis" I guess. I have heard it a thousand times and want to put my fingers in my ears and go lalalalalalalala! Ellen has drug out her guitar to set it to music. I am off to find my IPod and put it on loud.