Category Archives: Conversations with Bug
If he’s gonna come in HERE, he’s gonna kick MY ass!
My favorite part of this video is how hard the mother is trying not to laugh. Story of my life. Like yesterday when Bug asked where girls pee pee from and I said “Girls pee pee from their vaginas.” And … Continue reading
Filed under Conversations with Bug, internet fun
On the way home from lunch
(from the back seat) “Mama look what I can do!” (wrenching awkwardly around to see) “What can you do?” (transferring a rock from hand to hand in a complicated fashion) “See first you do dis and then you spin it … Continue reading
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I think I’ll go inside the bank from now on
Drive Up Bank Teller: Welcome to Wachovia! Me: Hello. Bug: (from back seat) Mama. Me: (closing the tube and sending it whooshing back through the tube) Just a sec, Bug. Teller: Just a deposit today? Bug: Mama! Me: Hold on, … Continue reading
Filed under Conversations with Bug, out and about
Why Bug doesn’t get a say in the naming of our next child
I’m changing a particularly heinous diaper and Bug is chattering away about a small stuffed elephant that he has resurrected from his often neglected stuffed animal pile. “Mama, look at this baby elephant, he’s so cute!” “He is cute buddy, … Continue reading
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I can hold it, and also impart wisdom. The full package.
“I have to go to the potty Bug, do you have to go?” “Yeah! I have to pee-pee!” “That’s great Bug! But we can’t go until we get home, so you have to tell your body to hold it.” “What … Continue reading
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Mama why you makin’ that face?
Bug has two forms of question asking. The first is Questions Ad Nauseam, which makes you want to reach into your ear canal with an ice pick and stab and stab until you reach blissful silence. The second is Questions … Continue reading
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One afternoon, at the park
We’re playing Bug’s favorite game, “Run Down the Big Hill”. I don’t know why the city bothers spending money on swings and slides, really. Two kids appear from the baseball field at the top of the hill and run down … Continue reading
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Reason #83
We’re waiting on Lorso to bring our food to the table at Boston Market, so I strike up a conversation with Bug. “Bug, guess what day is coming soon? Like in two days?” He grins and looks at me slyly. … Continue reading
Filed under Bug, Conversations with Bug, Holiday, infinite wisdom, why i love the bug
Two strange and kind of related facts about my kid
THING ONE Bug has a serious car fetish. He loves him some cars. But one thing Bug cannot tolerate is when real cars park on grass. It hurts him in his very soul. Whenever we encounter cars that are participating … Continue reading
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Bug, Master of Unanswerable Questions
“Mama, is that way right or left?” “That’s left.” “But I thought that was right.” “Well, it’s left.” “But why it’s not right?” “Because it’s left.” “But why it is left?” (At this point, my brain liquefied and oozed out … Continue reading
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