I give up!

One of these things is not like the other,
One of these things just doesn't belong,
Can you guess which thing is not like the other?
Before I finish this song!

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Ok you get 10 more seconds to think about it while I dig a hole and bury myself mkay?

Yes folks, lets take a guess which Let's Learn Science Mummy covered in brown paper, designed black and purple labels in Comic Sans font and stuck with Elmers glue on little JDs books.

And which Let's Learn Science Daddy covered in a MANILA ENVELOPE ( a wrinkled one to boot) drew 3 crooked lines in pen and sent the poor child to school with it. Guess...

Take a look at the inside of the book people...


*sigh* Men.

Its a good thing we bought two of the same book. One last guess...guess which book is now hidden under the bed?

The fall heard around the world

Steups, minding my damn business today waiting for a friend to finish a test. Decide to go check out a store in Royal Palm Plaza, except the store was on the other side of the parking lot. Small ting, let me stand on this foot high wall, hold my son's hand and hop down the very short frigging step. Nooooooo of course not, it couldn't be that simple. I couldn't just start the day right. NAH...BUDDDUP!! I miss step and you know that second where you think you not going to fall? That second where you tell yourself 'phew boy that could have been embarassing'. The second where you think 'what happened there boy?'. Well during that second I found my ass in the gravel of the parking lot. WTF! How-in-the-hell-could-I-fall.

So now I am trying to pick my ass up off the ground and I hear 'MUMMYYYYYYY!! You threw me down!' and lying next to me on the ground is my child, whose hand I was holding at the time. So not only did I embarass myself but my child too who is looking at me in this accusatory tone. Then he starts to howl. Then I start to feel bad, when I realize his mouth has a little bruise and well he's dirty as all hell because we were both just lying in the gravel and dewy dirt of the flecking parking lot. Wonderful.

As if I wasnt embarassed enough, as if the crying guilt trip didnt really cut it, after we are all cleaned up and chilling in the car I am hearing that little boy on the backseat looking through the back window talking to a truck that is perilously close to the short wall of death and he's saying 'Careful Mr. Truck, careful... you might fall.' Then I hear him mumble 'Like us' and I swear I saw him glare at me.