today i took cupcakes to the boy's class and ate lunch w/ him. cafeteria food really does suck balls. there is something to be said though for hanging out w/ about 20 people who are at least a foot shorter than you. i felt so tall.
when i got to the cafeteria the boy was already sitting at the table. it was the GIRL table. he was the only boy sitting there. i asked him about it.
his answer? cos i'm the only one brave enough to sit with the girls.
and now for some random snippets of convos from today:
the boy: we had an election in our class today. we were all registrated to vote. i voted for mccain. he won; it was 19 to three. i think the three people who voted for obama just did it because their parents told them to.
me: oh really? and why did you vote for mccain?
the boy: well, because one time when you all were watching the presidential press conference i was watching it from my room and i heard john mccain say that obama never really answers the tough questions.
me to my boss: did you see my email yesterday about needing help lining up speakers for my conference.
him: uh, yeah. i didn't answer it because we need to talk. there is no money. no money anywhere to pay for that.
the girl: i'm going to try to be more girly. (she says after letting rip one of the loudest most hellacious farts ever)
the girl: if i was married to someone hot and they got in a car wreck and were ugly i'd divorce them. (yes, you can just imagine how proud i was of that statement).
the boy: dad, what happens when a bee stings you? do they die?
the hubs: yes because their stinger is in you and when they pull away it rips their ass off.
the boy howls w/ laughter
me: (saying under my breath) uh, could you watch the language a bit?
the hubs: oh, sorry, when the bee flies away it pulls off his glutious maximus.
the girl: mom, i have this bump on my face and it hurts when i touch it.
me: (examining it) uh, yep, you have a ZIT
one more i forgot last night:
the boy: well, we can't move to canada.
the girl: why?
the boy: because of the bacon thing.
the girl: what?
the boy: because. they call ham bacon (the boy does not understand (and i guess i don't really either) canadian bacon. it's ham right? it's not bacon. but, it's yummy) and that's just not right.