About to embark on seasonal coat shopping…
ME: So Chance, what color jacket do you want? Do you still want black?
CHANCE: No, I want a dick jacket.
ME: What was that?
CHANCE: Dick. I want a dick jacket.
ME: Um… You want a dark jacket?
CHANCE: NO… dick!
Blink. Blink blink blink.
ME: OH! You mean you want a thick jacket!
CHANCE: YES!! I want a DICK jacket!
Silly mommy.
LOL!
So, so awesome!
So I guess you’ve found the Halloween costume! He’ll be a hit with the school teachers.
That reminds me. I need to buy some thermal underwear.
Kim & FADKOG – I have to say that his new found verbal skills are turning out to be very entertaining.
Jeanne – Well, THAT costume would certainly get attention! He’s right at that age where he’d probably proudly declare that he was a penis, too.
Evyl – Keen wanted me to tell you that you are a man after his own heart! (Or head, as the case may be.)
In Mobile, there used to be a record store called Peaches. They sold some great buttons there, several of which I bought, and still have (Led Zeppelin, a bunch of musical notations, the Peace Sign, Yin-Yang, “HELL WAS FULL SO I CAME BACK”, “LET’S PUT THE FUN BACK IN DYSFUNCTIONAL”, “WHERE EXACTLY ARE THOSE WOMEN WHO LOVE TOO MUCH?”).
But there’s one I didn’t buy, because I didn’t have enough money. I did return to Peaches when I had enough money, but it was sold out by then.
And I wish to God I would have found a way to buy it that night! I would trade it for all the others combined (except possibly Led Zeppelin).
This button read (and I can laughingly imagine Nixon or Cheney saying this): “MY NAME IS DICK, AND I AM SICK AND TIRED OF DICK JOKES!”