So there seems to be an excess of 8-year-old boys in this neighborhood. Which could be good...if they were good. Jonah is my kid I worry most about being influenced by others.
So a new little boy who live a couple of doors down came to introduce himself yesterday. He immediately started telling me everything about himself and his family situation. The resume was not all that impressive--LOTS of baggage I'm sure his mother did not want the neighborhood to know. But that's not the kids fault. He is, in fact, a kid.
And then the expletives start coming. The first time I thought I'd heard wrong. And then again. Four letter words in my home. With our TV guardian we rarely even get any through the TV let alone in person. So I explained to our new little friend that we do not use those kind of words in our home. He was good about it. I'm hoping to not have anymore little talks with him.
I bet you can guess what our Family Home Evening lesson was on...yep...friends, and standing up for what you believe in...like not swearing. We did remind the kids of our rule that they are not allowed into any friends homes that Jared and I do not know their parents.
The other problem occurred yesterday while at Target. I had insanely taken all 4 kids to a Target about 25 minutes away...to find a 2nd bedspread for the boys room--I was certain I had purchased the only one left in all of Idaho Saturday night at our Target and was in a panic. We rushed there Monday morning and, well, they had plenty.
So we are headed to the register and find ourselves walking past the intimate apparel. I look over and Luke is fondling a bright pink, and very padded, brassier!
I yelled, "LUKE!"
I yelled, "LUKE!"
He looked at me surprised and said, "Oh, I thought they were knee pads!"
4 comments:
Maybe you should tell Jonah's friends that everytime they swear they owe you a dollar...or they have to hold push-up position for 5 min. Works on my clients. (although, not for swearing...just for not keeping my rules.)
As for Luke, I give him a 10 for creativity and quick thinking! Hilarious! Laughed out loud and hard with that one.
My image of Boise is of a bunch of Idaho-potato do-gooders. I can't imagine ANYONE would swear.
I'm glad you've memorialized Luke's brassier incident...it will be good ammo for later.
At least he did not try the knee pads on for size.
Hot pink, huh? Nice! That cracks me up. Glad you found your bedspread!
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