While my sister watched me cross the room.
Erin: Umm…Kelly? Are your boobs getting bigger?
Kelly: Yep. Why? Aren’t yours? Huh. Guess that’s not a family trait then.
While playing Outburst Jr.
Mason: Ok. Here’s the category: Things That Are Black And White. And nobody gets to say “Mom” either.
Later, when the category was Things In A Schoolbag we had exhausted 9 of the 10 “things” (books, pencils, erasers, lunch, etc..) and were getting desperate. At this point, we’re entirely too giddy to answer because we’re shouting over one another. There was a long silence while we all sat there thinking.
Morgan: Meth making materials!
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omg … too funny
He is too much..kinda like his mom?
That Morgan is a good egg.
I just love your family! Too funny!
Hugs,
Cordaville
you and your sister have the same kind of relationship my sister and i do – ain’t it great to rub that kind of stuff in? i used to do it all the time after my boobs got bigger than hers (as the little sister, i thought this was awesome). but then she had to go and get implants. what some people will do for a little sibling rivalry…
“Nobody gets to say Mom”-HAHAHAHA!!! I love your kids.
And I thought that whole boob thing was just me.
I have a response to the “Things inside a school bag” question, but with all the women teachers that will read this blog I may get in trouble for saying it, so I will ignore the little red guy with the pitchfork, and listen to the little white guy with wings.
Your family sounds as fun and nuts as you are. I’m coming over, and bringing copious amounts of alcohol.
What are you doing to get your boobs bigger? I need some help in that department without making myself fat. Cause that’s the first thing to get bigger (besides my ass). As soon as my boobs start spilling over my 34B cup bra I know I’m in trouble.
I can’t believe I just wrote that.
That’s hilarious. Sounds like a great time.
Yeah, you people think they’re funny. Uh-huh. You don’t LIVE with them. They’re bonkers.
Apple falling from the tree comes to mind..
The boobs are the regular size, Elizabeth. It’s always the bra. THE BRA, I say. However, thanks for telling everyone your cup size and all. Adds to the holiday festivities around here.
Ha! Meth! That’s funny coming from him!
Be thankful he wasn’t able to specify just what constitutes “meth-making materials.” I ♥ him.
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