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On his last day of his college class I asked Michael if he misses college and if he wanted to go back?<br />
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His eyes lit up, "When does it start again?"<br />
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"In February," I said, "do you want to go back?"<br />
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"YEAH!"<br />
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His next class will begin in February and he will be disecting... BUGS! Bleeech!!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-90554643164121172772013-11-25T18:53:00.000-08:002013-11-25T18:53:02.017-08:0040. The North Star...One evening, Michael and I went to get an ice cream cone.<br />
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As we are driving Michael asks,” Mom is that the North Star?” pointing to a star in the sky.<br />
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“No honey, the North Star is the brightest star in the sky,” I respond (not knowing at the time it was the WRONG answer).<br />
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We drive for another minute when I see the brightest star in the sky (which happens to be Venus) and say, “Michael look, there’s the North Star.”<br />
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Michael immediately responds, “But North is THAT way. I thought the North Star was in the North,” pointing behind us.<br />
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“You’re right,” I answer, realizing I gave him the wrong answer, “you’re so smart!”<br />
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<i>I am now convinced that if there is a “smarts gene” it skipped a generation, namely ME.</i><br />
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I have since learned that Polaris is the North Star and it is NOT the brightest star in the sky, but does always appear due North.<br />
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<i>Once again… way to go Mom!</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-20499274261240769742013-11-25T15:33:00.000-08:002013-11-25T15:33:12.992-08:00Autism Benefits in Colorado<div>
At the end of October of this year, I gave a news interview to KOAA regarding the troubling reduced ABA autism benefits in Colorado come 2014.</div>
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We have an autism mandate here in Colorado of $34,000 per year per kid, until the age of 9 and $12,000 from 9-12. This translated into 1747 sessions per year per kid for my children.</div>
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Come 2014, thanks for the "affordable" care act, Colorado has translated $34,000 per year per kid into 550 sessions per year per kid at 25 minutes a session. This doesn't even come close to what we received before.</div>
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I was informed today by the news reporter, Maddie, that on December 2, DORA will hold a meeting to discuss changing the ABA limits. I am excited and I will be there.</div>
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Cari Brown, a mother from Fort Collins, CO saw the interview and contacted Maddie. She also started a petition to get the ABA rules changed: </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-53497222077817286492013-09-25T17:16:00.000-07:002013-09-25T17:16:03.266-07:0039. Oh... crap...So Michael has a daily planner from school that I have to sign. The other day I said, "Michael I forgot to sign your planner." Imagine my surprise when Michael says, "Don't worry about it, I signed it for you."<br />
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What??? I look and this is what I see... Michael's version of my signature. You can see my real signature above where the teacher put a star next to it.<br />
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I go downstairs and I’m there for about 5 minutes when I think I hear something behind me. I look and see nothing. I turn around and continue my thing, when I hear something again. This time I took a chance and said, without turning around, ”Michael come here.” Sure enough, Michael appears from around the corner. He looks at me smiling. I’m trying to look stern but he’s so CUTE.<br />
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He smiles and says, ”Mom, at school when no one was looking, I practiced my sneaking and it worked like magic.”<br />
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Whoa!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-80578183482469659262013-09-25T17:09:00.001-07:002013-09-25T17:09:44.346-07:0037. That... funny bone...Michael: "Mom, is there a bone in my penis?"<br />
Me thinking: OH CRAP! "No honey, there is no bone in your penis. Your penis is a muscle**."<br />
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Yes, I know it is not technically a muscle, but it's the easiest way to explain it to Michael.<br />
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Michael: "How can it be a muscle if there is no bone there?"<br />
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A long time ago I told him that we have muscles around our arm and leg bones.<br />
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Damn! I should've been a doctor. This kids wants to know stuff I don't know about.<br />
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(I'm fairly sure I am not wrong on this, even though it sounds... sexist (?))<br />
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As we are driving away, Michael was confused, "Mom, was that a boy or a girl?"<br />
I just burst out laughing because he is so perceptive. I said, "That was a boy honey."<br />
He left it at that.<br />
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Man... I'm glad I did not have to explain anything to him. I don't think I'd know how to.<br />
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Today is Mother's Day.<br />
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Michael collected ALL the dandelions from our back yard and had me put them in water so they don't die. They are, of course, sitting in our kitchen window in a glass.<br />
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My mother's day flowers. He calls them sunflowers. I did not have the heart to tell him they're weeds. But he sure is adorable.<br />
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P.S. Remove that image of a backyard full of dandelions out of your head. :o)<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-8611033431927277302013-05-11T16:52:00.001-07:002013-05-11T16:52:54.966-07:0034. Whoa!!!<br />
As we were driving home today from ACI, Michael looks at the cloudy sky and says, "Those clouds look familiar."<br />
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I'm surprised because I have never heard him say the word before, "They do?"<br />
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Michael pauses for a second, "Mom, what does familiar mean?"<br />
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<i>How can he use the word correctly without knowing its meaning...</i><br />
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"It means that you have seen them before. Do they still seem familiar?"<br />
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"Yes."<br />
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Goofy kid!<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-87005155203803788082013-04-17T09:07:00.002-07:002013-04-17T09:07:26.762-07:00First Sales...Had our first sales on Amazon. Yay!!!<br />
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Yay!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-25922765052867192412013-03-17T14:39:00.005-07:002013-03-17T14:39:42.583-07:0031. Love...<br />
Before going to bed, Michael says, "Mom, can you scratch my back?"<br />
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Me, grumbling, "Alright."<br />
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As I am scratching his back, Michael sighs, "I can't take it any more mom."<br />
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<i>That doesn't mean he wants me to stop.</i><br />
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"You can't?" I say as I keep on scratching his back, "Why can't you take it any more?"<br />
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"Because I'm in love," says Michael with a sigh.<br />
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<i>Whoa!!!</i><br />
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"You are? Who are you in love with?" (I know... I ended the sentence with a preposition).<br />
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He looks at me smiling, "You."<br />
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<i>Ahhh... love....</i><br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-44218871476543850672013-03-07T17:33:00.004-08:002013-03-07T17:33:28.100-08:0030. Responsibilities...<br />
Michael missed a week of school because he's been sick. We picked up his homework on Friday and he's been doing homework the whole weekend.<br />
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Michael's been dragging his feet... going to the bathroom, being tired, etc....<br />
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I got frustrated and said, "Michael you need to take care of your responsibilities and do your homework."<br />
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Michael looks at me with a frown, "Mom, YOU'RE not taking care of YOUR responsibilities."<br />
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"I am taking care of my responsibilities, by making sure you're doing your homework."<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-89846017083262204272013-02-21T11:29:00.002-08:002013-02-21T11:29:56.899-08:0029. Diagnosis...<br />
The other day we got an incident report from ACI. While jumping on the trampoline, Michael hit himself in the eye with his knee.<br />
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I asked him, "Honey, are you alright?"<br />
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"Yes mom, don't worry, I don't have any brain damage," he responds.<br />
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<i>Ummm.... THAT'S good to know.</i><br />
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"I'm glad you're okay honey," I say laughing.<br />
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<i>BRAIN DAMAGE??? It's not exactly a phrase we use around the house. At least he used it correctly.</i><br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-89915934115347236182013-01-31T21:30:00.001-08:002013-01-31T21:30:18.112-08:0028. Little White Lies...A while go, this conversation took place between my son and I:<br />
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"Mom? How can Santa bring us presents? We don't have a chimney."<br />
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<i>Crap... that's what I get for buying a newer house. Without a damn chimney.</i><br />
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"Well honey, Santa has Christmas magic so he can still come in even when we don't have a chimney."<br />
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<i>Whew!!! He believed me.</i><br />
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Today, for the millionth time, Michael asked me, "Mom, are dragons magic?"<br />
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For the millionth time, I answered, "Honey, magic is not real," hoping to finally put an end to the question.<br />
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"But Santa's magic is real."<br />
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<i>Fuck. ME!</i><br />
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I was driving Michael to school when we passed a horse ranch.<br />
Three Clydesdales were standing in a line, behind one another.<br />
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I point them out to Michael "Honey look, those horses are standing in a line. Isn't that funny?"<br />
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"Why are they standing in a line?" asks Michael.<br />
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"I don't know, maybe they're smelling their butts" I say laughing.<br />
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"Ewww, that's disgusting."<br />
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Still laughing I ask Michael, "Do you know how doggies say hello?"<br />
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"How?"<br />
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"They smell each other's butts" I say, not knowing if this is really true.<br />
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"That's silly"<br />
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"I know" I say laughing, "you have a silly mama don't you."<br />
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"No."<br />
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"Well, do you think you have a funny mama?"<br />
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"No."<br />
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"What kind of mama do you have?"<br />
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"I have a REGULAR mama" Michael responds emphatically.<br />
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<i>And here I thought I was special. So much for that.</i><br />
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Michael was playing in my sink. Next to my sink, above the trash can is my towel.<br />
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Michael wiped his nose on my towel.<br />
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Frustrated, I say, "Michael, don't wipe your nose on my towel. I use it for my face. I don't want your boogers on my towel!"<br />
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Michael responds calmly, "That's okay mom, the germs will jump in the trash can."<br />
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After he finishes playing in the water, he wipes his hands on my towel.<br />
I tell him "Michael, please put the towel in the laundry basket."<br />
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"Why?"<br />
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"Because it has your boogers on it."<br />
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Michael, again, responds calmly, "Don't worry mom, grandma will wash it in the washing machine."<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-45368813286371063922013-01-22T17:31:00.000-08:002013-01-22T17:31:17.420-08:0025. Acceptance...<br />
As I was driving Michael and Robert to autism school today, I see a large truck in front of us. A woman was driving it.<br />
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I was impressed, "Michael look at that huge truck. And a girl is driving it."<br />
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Michael is not impressed, "You're a girl and you drive."<br />
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"Well, yes, but I can't drive a big truck like that," I say.<br />
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"Yeah, but I've seen that before," says Michael still unimpressed.<br />
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"You know... you're kind of amazing," I say to him, impressed that he didn't find anything unusual about a woman driving a big truck, like I did.<br />
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"Michael, did you get any notes today?" I asked.<br />
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"No, I looked in my blue folder and I have no notes."<br />
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Whenever Michael does not listen to his teachers he gets a note in his folder, for misbehaving. We've been collecting quite a few. Alright, a few more than just a few.<br />
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"I am so proud of you Michael for listening to your teachers today," I say proudly and lovingly.<br />
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That feeling got crushed pretty quickly...<br />
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"But Mom, can I get something special because I didn't get any notes?"<br />
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"I'm sorry honey, you don't get something for doing the right thing."<br />
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"But I want something," whines Michael.<br />
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"Well, how about you get to watch a long movie this weekend," I respond.<br />
Michael has not watched any tv this week. We're only watching tv on the weekends.<br />
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"I want something specialer than that."<br />
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<i>Specialer... there's a word I haven't heard before, but I'll take it.</i><br />
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"How about we watch TWO movies this weekend?"<br />
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"No, I want something else."<br />
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"How about I make you spaghetti and meatballs?"<br />
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Frustrated, followed by a BIG sigh, "Mommmm!!!!"<br />
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"Mom, why does a lotus berry paralyze us?" asks Michael.<br />
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"Ummm... what?" answers his dumbfounded mom.<br />
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"WHY DOES A LOTUS BERRY PARALYZE US?"<br />
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"I don't know honey. I didn't know they could."<br />
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"Is it because they're poisonous?"<br />
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"Uh... yeah... sure."<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-44086767874273740082013-01-13T17:10:00.000-08:002013-01-13T17:10:06.687-08:0022. Personal and Confidential...<br />
Just heard a funny and personal conversation between Michael and his grandmother.<br />
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Michael and Robert are taking a bath.<br />
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"Grandma, my butt hurts, so be very gentle when you wash inside my butt," Michael says.<br />
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"Okay honey."<br />
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"Be very, very gentle. Be as gentle as a mouse."<br />
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<i>Now there's a visual. What the hell does that even mean?</i><br />
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THAT'S my son.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-42920664774065151812013-01-11T10:31:00.001-08:002013-01-11T10:31:36.429-08:0021. A Scientific Mind... NOT<br />
As I am driving Michael to school this morning, he asks, "Mom, are germs smaller than oxygen?"<br />
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Absolute speechless moment.<br />
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<i>Fuck! I don't know. </i>This is what I thought, not SAID. :)<br />
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"Mom?"<br />
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"I'm thinking honey... I don't think I know."<br />
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"MOM. ARE GERMS SMALLER THAN OXYGEN?"<br />
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"I don't know honey!"<br />
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Still thinking... <i>This is like comparing camels to oranges</i>.<br />
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"MOMMMMM?"<br />
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I gave up, "Oxygen is smaller than germs."<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-69129571256975992842012-12-31T11:27:00.000-08:002012-12-31T11:27:00.477-08:0020. Psychic Abilities...Michael comes down the stairs today and says to me "Are you our of your creepy little mind?"<br />
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What? I hadn't said anything...<br />
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Maybe he's psychic. After all... I AM out of my creepy little mind.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10353133044146337760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2862660799355386789.post-25157297318100579592012-12-17T10:30:00.001-08:002012-12-17T10:30:10.527-08:0019. Avoidance...Michael was bugging his aunt Laura.<br />
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"Aunty Laura, is the mean fairy from Sleeping Beauty meaner than Jafar?"<br />
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To shut him up, his aunt Laura asks, "Michael, do you have any scientific proof that the mean fairy from Sleeping Beauty is meaner than the mean guy from Aladdin?"<br />
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Michael thinks about this for a brief moment and says, "Aunty Laura... I'm going to watch my movie now."<br />
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Poor kid...<br />
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