Wow, it's been a long time since I last blogged. Not for lack of subject matter, that's for sure. There was the shoe being thrown at Bush, more issues with toilet paper, the evolution game, the Mayan temple of PEZ and so much more. I'll get to it, I promise. Today, though, we're on a different tangent. Won't you join me?
So, a couple of nights ago, Barry and I are in the kitchen, the kids are in the process of finishing up their dinner and Ryan is still sitting at the breakfast bar. Mitch is nowhere to be found (not sure where he was) and Alex was about ready to exit the kitchen. I'm not even sure why now, but Alex was in a really, and I do mean
really, pissy mood. He was stomping about and clanking things around and finally trudged off to his room while the three of us just looked on without saying a word. When we heard his door get shoved shut, I turned to Barry and said, "What's his problem?" At which point Ryan interjected his reply...
Now, mind you, this child is 7. 7 going on 45. 7 going on 45 with no front teeth. He looks at us with a completely blank expression and very matter-of-factly says, "Puberty. Ya can't avoid it." Barry and I just look at each other and try not to laugh. The kind of look that reminds me of how Ferris looks at the camera when his sister covers for him with Mr. Rooney at their back door. And then, Ryan continues, "It's gonna happen to me someday and that's why I'm tryin' to learn as much about it as possible now 'cause I've got that anger management problem..." Seriously, I could not make this up if I tried. This child just renders me speechless sometimes (which makes it rather ironic that I'm retelling the story, right?).
Mmmm, so there; there's your blog about puberty. I'll be a more faithful blogger in the future and share all my other weird stories that I've been saving up.
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