This morning, I miraculously got the kids up and ready for school today with time to spare. I sat sipping my coffee on the couch until time to get the kids in the car, with Tiller, Rollie, and Brody (the dog) all sitting beside me. I checked my email while the kids read Rollie’s Encyclopedia of Immaturity, Vol. II. (Because Vol. I was not enough.)

I admit, I pretty much block everything out, especially before 8 a.m., but they were reading entries like, “How To Make a Fart Sound With Your Hands,” “How To Make a Fart Sound With Your Arm,” and “Frozen Underpants.”

And then I hear:

R: “How to make a fucksock.”

I choked on my coffee.


R: “How to make a fucksock.”

T: “What’s a fucksock?”

Me: “Give me that book.”

Rollie hands me the book. I look down at the page. The heading reads, “How to Make a Fauxhawk.”

Kids are awesome.


  5 comments for “F*cksock

  1. May 2, 2012 at 9:53 am


  2. Lucy
    May 2, 2012 at 1:56 pm

    Hahahahahahaha! Omg, that made my afternoon!

  3. May 3, 2012 at 8:58 am

    Glad to be of service.

  4. May 3, 2012 at 4:23 pm

    Phew!!!!!!!!! I was nervous for a second there!

  5. May 3, 2012 at 5:09 pm

    That’ll wake you up in the morning!

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