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.
Me: “WHAT DID YOU SAY?!”
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.
Tags: Fucksock
Heh.
Hahahahahahaha! Omg, that made my afternoon!
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Phew!!!!!!!!! I was nervous for a second there!
That’ll wake you up in the morning!