When he told me he changed his mind.
Don't tell me I should force him to go. Just trust me on this one.
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About Me
- Julie
- northwest of Boston, MA, United States
- I'm 5 feet tall and have some baggage to lose...both physically and mentally. I am in a happy marriage and have 2 extremely adorable, spirited and often frustrating boys, one of which has a potty mouth. My husband has been calling me 'shorty' since 1991. Well, that and 'kitten', but putting that in a blog title could lead to some awkward situations. I'm just sayin'.
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Oh EFFFF. That sucks. I used to do this crap to my parents all the time. My sympathies!
Add it to his tab.
You know, the one that's growing exponentially ...starting with the day he started eating your food. When he's 18 and heading off to college you can hand him a bill.
(It's one of my fantasies anyway)
Thanks guys. I love that idea, Katie! At least in fantasy!
Murphy spiked a fever and doesn't seem to be feeling well. Poor kid. At least that explains some of his reluctance to go. Not that I want him to be sick, but it does make me feel better about it all.
I think I am going to skip camps from now on. I just wanted to give them something more than 'Camp Momma' for a change...but I think that is really all this little guy wants:)
Oh pooh!!! You know what is best for your kid, trust your gut!!!
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