Last night, having gotten the four younger ones in bed, Curt and I are sitting on the couch watching TV when Brett wanders up to join us. Michael, having flunked yet another class, had lost his TV time. (News Flash to Mike: They email me your grades. You can run, but you can't hide. DO THE FREAKING WORK, it's easier on all of us.)
Brett turns to me and says "Mom, Lucas was on his way to bed when Michael stopped him and was giving him advice about girls."
I groaned. "Great, what in the world could Michael possibly feel he had to impart to Lucas?"
He shrugs "I don't know. But Michael told me he was going to die a 40 year-old aversion."
"A what?"
"A-version"
"Do you know what that is?" I ask.
"Yeah, it's someone who has never had...sex." He shudders. "I hate even saying that word."
"So you don't have an aversion to being a virgin?"
"Hunh?" He screws up his face and looks at me.
"Nevermind."
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Aversion. Love it.
I'm new to your blog and I'm absolutely in stitches. I'm one of 6 kids (5th in line) and can only say my mother had NO sense of humor like you. Military style, that's how she rolled. I'm trying to do a bit less of that w/ my two.
Thanks for the laughs!
Dawn (MommaKiss)
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