Unwillingly entombed. That is how we are feeling this week. Venturing briefly to work and home again. We spend hours finding ways to entertain ourselves. Games are played, movies watched, DS played until fingers are twitchy.
This morning, the ball of fire was watching "The New Adventures of Scooby-Doo" when he saw someone on the show blow a fire ball.
"No one can really do that," he stated. "Nope, that is impossible."
This past summer, at one of my trips to First Friday's in our art district, a local drum/dance troupe not only breathed fire, they tossed it, flipped and generally made nice with flaming sticks.
He did not believe me.
To youtube! Found an awesome video for him to watch.
His response, "Holy crap, that was wicked!"
Holy crap? Wicked? Where the heck does he hear that crap? I just have NO idea....
2 comments:
I have a 13 yr old who started cussing at your son's age, or younger. One of life's mysterys where they pick it up from. Maybe the little pitchers hear more at the mall than we know!
Bother, that should have been mysteries, must need some of your fat free tasty chocolate.
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