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sistawendy) wrote2016-05-31 08:08 am
sistawendy) wrote2016-05-31 08:08 am
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life with my son: the head-shaking years
My son does not like poké, spicy or not, tuna or salmon. Now I'm pretty sure he's the postman's baby. He even nuked it, which is just wrong. We had a lengthy discussion about why eating raw chunks of bacon is a bad idea. (Why poké? Because the lawyer who's doing my will works just a couple of blocks from the Bellevue Uwajimaya. I knew it was a risk, but I couldn't resist.)
M'boy used to be really bad about leaving stuff in his pockets before putting his dirty clothes in the appointed baskets. He had a little lapse over the weekend. I spent a while cleaning up bits of disintegrated receipts out of the washer, off my clothes, and off the basement floor, but I got compensated: he left a $20 bill in the wash, which came through just fine. Even he didn't whine much about it.
M'boy used to be really bad about leaving stuff in his pockets before putting his dirty clothes in the appointed baskets. He had a little lapse over the weekend. I spent a while cleaning up bits of disintegrated receipts out of the washer, off my clothes, and off the basement floor, but I got compensated: he left a $20 bill in the wash, which came through just fine. Even he didn't whine much about it.
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Also, Q loves the arguably pointless coin sorter I got... this helped motivate him to remove the coins. I still use quarters for laundry and for the arcade...