Today Angus was scraping some labels off of miniature plant pots for me in a sink of warm soapy water, so Eve could paint the plant pots in Easter colours. A propos of nothing, he suddenly said, "You can't bury her at sea, because her bosoms will float".
That's what you get when you try to share treasured childhood memories with your kids.
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Isn't that the whole point of having kids? I mean, until they're old enough to mix me a martini?
But kids are so funny and bring us such joy, when they're not driving us crazy...like Mary Lynn's idea-will have to get mine right on that but they'd probably drink it before it made it's way to me!
bwahahaha! i so remember that video too! the hubby is having the time of his life sharing all of his super hero geekiness.
I say that as long as you don't make them wear uncomfortable clothing while they tap dance for 12 hours straight it's not exploitation. And I'm sticking to that.
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