Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Boys like it...

We're chatting with our neighbor this evening. He's working on his car. My Prince leans in through the open car window and says "Wow, that car smells great!" I leaned in and sniffed.

It smelled. Like a greasy, oily, smelly place where cars get fixed and wallets get leaner.

Neighbor boy explained that the car had some leaks.

I explained that my son loves the smell of gas.

Prince pops up: "Mom. I don't love the smell of all gas. Not the kind that comes out of your butt."

If you never want to be embarrassed, don't have kids.


Hal Johnson said...

Yep, they keep you . . . grounded, right?

katdish said...

I don't care who you are, that's funny right there!

Hit 40 said...

My kids.... oh yes.... they embarrass me.

My youngest makes a sport out of it.