- Fri, Jul 29, 2005 /
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Mother of the Year
So we''re sitting in the living room the other night and Calvin brings me his carton of milk so that I may bow at his feet and pour his royal drink (I''m going to install a lock on that damn fridge).
Just as I finished pouring the milk and was getting ready to screw on the cup lid, Joep thought it''d be hilarious to kick a throw pillow in my general direction, right into the cup of milk, sending the milk flying in all sorts of different directions including, but not limited to: my feet, my hands, and MY LAST PAIR OF CLEAN JEANS.
My knee-jerk reaction was a "DAMMIT, JOEP!", but I was good and merely uttered, "ohhhhh...."
And then Calvin came to my rescue and took it upon himself to finish my thought. "Dod-dammit, Papa".
*sigh* Don''t worry. I''m turning myself in tomorrow morning.