Phew! Look at the last date of my last post!
I've been neglectful.
Let's see. Updates.
No-longer-mini "MiniWarrior" is in 8th grade now. He stands 5'10 tall and clomps around in size 11 man shoes.
I find myself staring at him, fascinated by this half man that has poltergeisted (that is SO a word!) my MiniWarrior, stretching out his skin so he towers over his Momma.
I know it's a poltergeist because now when I ask my sweet MiniWarrior to do something for his Momma his adorable high pitched voice drops 4 octaves and something garbled and growly spews forth sounding like "Whatever" followed by a hissing "Kahhhhhhhhhh" sound that causes his eyes to roll back in his head and his shoulders to lurch and hunch in torturous spasms.
I'd call an exorcist but I'm afraid that something gruesome will flop outta him and consume me in my sleep.
Lord V is doing grandly. Well, now that his funny bone has healed. Which he broke while riding his bike up a hill.
"What the &%$!" I hear you ask?
Yes. His funny bone. Which, if it wasn't so sad, is quite ironically hilarious because he is a man who prides himself on his witty puns.
Puns so bad that a groan from deep inside ones large intestine will roll its way out and up, spewing out of your mouth in a gravelly monster sounding moan.
I gotta admit. It's a skill I admire.
So yeah. His funny bone is all healed now, except his can't quite straighten his arm.
"My life as a Superhero is doomed" He says. "I'd be flying in circles 'cuz of my bum wing."
"See?" He says, thrusting out his arms in a flying Superman pose.
I laugh and shake my head. He's still the man of steel in my eyes. Bum wing and all.
7 years ago