Here are a couple of gems from my friends:
“Son: Mommy, does your name have any L’s like mine?
Mom: Let’s sound it out and see!
Son: Aim–ee… nope, no L’s.
Mom: Great job!
Son: So how about we call you “Lame-y”?
#middleschoolflashbacks”
“First day back to schooling, my daughter is writing down all the words she knows. Her stream of association: BAT – CAT – FAT – MOM. Things are off to a grrrrrrrreat start.”
This reminds me of another great message from a child to his mother.
On a happier note, my five-year-old recently told me, “Mommy, I love you so so much, and I’m even going to love you so so much when I’m older.”
I’d like that in writing, please, to show you ten years from now.
How about you all? Do you think your mom is lame or fat? Do you love her anyway?
Motherhood and Martial Arts 
Ha, definitely get that in writing, because when they’re teens they’ll deny it ’till they’re blue in the face. 😉
I don’t think my mother is fat or lame. Which is what I have to think because I take so much after her.
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“Which is what I have to think because I take so much after her.”—Love it! I’ll have to watch what my oldest says about me some day for that same reason. She both looks and acts like me. The poor kid.
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Those genes are interesting creatures, no doubt.
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I should clarify: I mean genes in general. I’m not implying yours are strange!
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Haha! Suuuuurrrre. Freudian slip anyone?
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Trust me. Your genes can’t be any stranger than mine.
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Fine. I have been known to wear some funky jeans, however.
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Don’t even get me started on the 90s Mom jeans. What were we all thinking?
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My husband and I watched the whole of Friends recently, and I remember commenting to him several times, “What were people thinking with those jeans?! Were they serious?” Especially Rachel, who was supposed to be the height of fashion. Yikes. Bell bottoms were cooler.
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Hmm, not by much. 😉
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🙂 Maybe I’m just sad I never got the chance to wear them. I often think I would have liked to have been born in my parent’s era, but then I may have had a hard time not succumbing to the hippie movement. I like the music. Instead I fell into grunge–much less dangerous.
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Yes, you want moments like that in writing or at least on video or a picture. These memories will come in handy when your darling brings home a date or possible spouse. Endless possibilities for fun and blackmail…
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I like the way your mind works.
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Cute! For some reason my 14 year old son doesn’t like to be reminded that he used to say he wanted to marry me. I’m glad I kept all the little cards and so on that they wrote me when they were little declaring their love and how I’m the best mum in the world – it really helps to get me through the teenage years 🙂
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Duly noted! I shall keep everything as proof! Thanks for that tip. 🙂
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I still have those notes all over the house even though my kids are all grown up now. I love BAT – CAT – FAT – MOM. That’s definately a keeper 😀
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All over the house as in hung up or in such a way that you see them all the time? That’s a lovely idea!
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If you can’t get it in writing, try video! That would be even better! Thank you for the joyful verbage of children, always makes my day. 🙂
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Happy to return the favor!–of the day-making, that is. 🙂
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She’s lame AND fat, and “Yes, I still love her!” (Just kidding….she’s “goofy” and a little “fluffy” in the midriff section, but she’s my Mom and I’ll keep her!) ❤
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Haha! A little fluffy. Love it! 🙂
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