Oldest child has decided that he wants to read my blog.
He has figured out how to find it online and is reading it in his free time.
Free time=before school, after school, after dinner, before bed, all weekend.
I am convinced he even sneaks downstairs when I am sleeping and quietly looks for swear words and rude things his Mother says.
I know he is storing all of this information in a brain compartment so he can bring it up when I give him trouble for saying a bad word.
*gulp*
I feel like a teenager who was just caught sneaking out.
So what do I talk about now?
If I cant say bad words and have to constantly question my writing topics, I am only left with a few options.
I could talk about oldest child not wearing pyjamas....
....or underwear.
I could talk about this kid who eats FibreOne bars until he gets poop soup cramps....
...or a kid I know who trots around the field pretending to be a horse.
Or I could write about how much I love this kid and even though he never tells me he loves me, I know he does.
Not only is he handsome and funny, but he is smart and kind.
And his freckles and big bright eyes melt my heart every single day.
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