You know you coulda been a school book
Saturday, March 11th, 2006Ricky has ambitions.
He told me last night that he didn’t want to be banished upstairs to take his shower because he wanted to learn loud division.
We responded predictably, I’m sorry to say.
Me: LOUD DIVISION IS A LOT LIKE LONG DIVISION BUT IT’S REALLY LOUD!
Kimmie: Yeah, it’s like … EIGHTY-FOUR DIVIDED BY TWO IS […]
But you’re love can’t pay my bills …
Sunday, November 13th, 2005Most eight year old boys have friends who come over.
Not our Ricky. Nope.
R: Mama, can my customer Toby come in?
DIM: Customer? You have customers?
R: Yeah. Can he come in?
DIM: How much money are you making?
R: Huh?
DIM: Never mind. :::sigh:::
Slow down, you crazy child
Tuesday, August 30th, 2005Ricky brought a girl home today.
Not the first time … except this particular girl was 14 or 15 years old.
She is evidently one of the friends he has made from among the teenagers who hang around the basketball court at the park. I’m not clear about why he dragged her here. Then again, she didn’t […]
That’s okay, just tell me your problems …
Monday, August 15th, 2005Ricky just went storming past me, in tears, on his way upstairs.
Me: What’s the problem?
Ricky: It’s not fair! I always have to be the first one to take my bath!
Me: That’s because you’re the youngest, dear.
Ricky: But that’s not fair! I’m always going to be the youngest! Even when I’m a teenager, I’m always going […]