In keeping with the I'm-actually-a-fourteen-year-old-boy theme? I spent most of yesterday evening playing video games with the Boy Child.
We played one of those wrestling games. Smackdown VS. Raw, maybe. I? Totally kicked his butt six ways of Sunday. And then repeatedly shouted things like, "AWWWWWWWWWWWW YEAHHHHHH!" Because, you know, it builds character to lose. Or whatever.
Boy Child was very enthusiastic about the entire thing though. He even helped me create my character which was a huge, Amazon-type woman with Pippi Longstocking Hair and arm tattoos. I called her, "Diseased Ovarian Girl".
Boy Child? Was impressed.
"She's just like you mom," he told me. "Except you have nicer hair and wear more clothes!"
True dat, Boy Child. True dat.
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Heh! Thanks for the laugh. I'd run with that hair compliment if my preteen said it. Heck, I'd print it out and frame it since I can't remember the last time he complimented me. He did overturn the Risk board yesterday though when we ganged up on him through alliances. Maybe that's why? Hmmm...
We are ruthless at Risk!
LOL!
That's a compliment, for sure.
That kid always makes me laugh!
from the mouths of babes.. lol. I love your kids! They make me laugh!!
LOL good kid you got there lol!
My boyfriend, the kids, and I play wrestling, and they love having their stage names announced all fancy-like while they strut into the room and trash talk. It's hilarious. I will only reveal my stage name under torture!
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