ONE: Do you want some new BOOBIES??
ONE: From the BOOBIE STORE??? Hahahahaha!!! Is that funny?!
Me: Actually, yes. Well ... no. It's not really funny. In fact, don't repeat it again.
ONE: BOOBIE STORE!!!!!
Me: Stop it.
ONE: Why isn't it a funny joke?
Me: Because it's a fact. And facts aren't funny.
I guess my kid either heard me telling Husband I want new boobies, or he's got psychic powers. Either way, I think I'm going to have to start watching what I say around my sons or just accept that they are going to start telling "jokes" at my expense.
This is when I just have to laugh: at myself, at my kids, at LIFE. It might be a maniacal laugh, but it's better than nothing.
This morning Husband was hugging me goodbye and with a totally straight face he said, "the time I spent at home with you and our children was the most relaxing time of my life."
And when I gasped with horror and called him a liar, he started laughing hysterically and left for work. Asshole. But actually, I have giggled every time I've thought about that since he left.