Basketball season is underway once again. For my twins. And guess what! Guess what! Guess what! My short twin is starting to grow. Probably due to the large quantities of corn dogs he consumes on a daily basis.
(KIDDING, peeps! Don't call Social Services on me!)
He is as tall as me now! But I think all that growing is effecting his brain cells because the other day we were trying to teach him how to stop people from teasing him. By NOT reacting to them, right!? Because then they just leave you alone, right? So I used the example of my sister, bless her heart, who had to learn this the hard way.
"It was just too easy to get her goat," I told my growing boy.
"Wait!" he said, as sincerely as humanly possible. "She used to have a goat?"
Heee heee heee heee That's my boy!
FYI, the tall twin now has a B in choir, thanks to eating that corndog. Phew!
Oh, and guess what else! guess what else! Guess what else!
My daughter finally got her answer from that Ivy league boy with the dazzling smile, who even though he can score a 35 on the ACT, has a hard time answering a simple yes or no question.
And the answer is . . .
Drumroll, please . . .
He says he would "love" to go. He thinks it would "serve" him well. (And you guys were so worried!)
(Serve him well? Does that sound like a Hahvard boy or what? Except he forgot to add the dahling.) (And the apology for being such an Ace.)
hee hee (J/K peeps! please, PLEASE don't call Social Services on me!)
Btw, the candle in the pumpkin was a trick candle. My daughter huffed and puffed and it wouldn't blow out.
"He's sending you a message!" I told her. That the "love" can never be snuffed out.
But then she used her inhaler and POOF, the flame was gone! Just like that!