I was sitting here at the computer playing--shocker--Big Kahuna Reef 2--and Matthew came into the room. I said I'd be done in one second, I just had to write something in my blog. This is what he told me to write:
My son is better than my daughter
Then, watching me write it he said he wanted to write something himself and made me leave the room. This is what he wrote, in all its 72pt "Chiller" splendor:
My mom is a great mom ; and she makes horrible decisions on where we go out to dinner. Example: tonight I almost puked on the table.
Gross.
2 comments:
Did you take him to that restaurant that has that noodle soup that tastes like dirty socks? I agree with Matthew ;-)
Um, Joe's Noodle House was the best restaurant in the WORLD...until they stopped serving that soup!
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