While driving to Walmart - or as I like to call it "Hell on Sale":
Boy: Something is wrong momma.
Me: What now?
Him: I'll check, you drive and don't get us killed!
*****
Him: Laughing
Me: What now?
Him: The Boy got a zipper stuck on his teeth!
Me: *on the phone* "I gotta go, my kid got a zipper stuck in his mouth"
Boy: *Crying* It is really stuck . . . Waaaahhhhh!
Boy: *Suddenly not crying* Oh, it's ok momma, I got it out!
Seriously, you cannot make this shit up!
Posted by Oddybobo at November 8, 2007 09:10 AM | TrackBackOMG! Just wait til he's a teenager!
Posted by: Lemon Stand at November 8, 2007 01:13 PMHeh - zipper adventures. Time to get a button fly, I think. ;)
Posted by: Richmond at November 8, 2007 03:23 PMHeh... at least it wasn't frank and beans!
Posted by: That 1 Guy at November 9, 2007 07:27 PMThat's what I should she meant at first, T1G. I nearly cried on behalf of the poor lad. The horror, the horror...
Posted by: zonker at November 9, 2007 09:36 PMTruth is always stranger than fiction!! *S*
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