Son #1 (5'10, muscular, curly hair, impulsive, bouncy, dressed perpetually in black, wants to be a cop, usually tries not to curse too much in front of his mother) and Son #2 (6'1, gangly, wavy hair, mellow, contemplative, dressed usually in white, wants to be an artist, usually tries not to say "indeed!" in front of his father) stood in front of me this morning, before it was time to leave for school.
"Mom. Which one of us was adopted, again?"
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hahaha. This reminds me of my own childhood.
Too funny! Especially the "indeed"! :-) :-) :-)
Jill, the "Indeed" makes my husband insane.
"WOULD you STOP SAYing THAT?!"
It is, apparently, what happens when the cool, edgy, rocker and the dorky literature geek grow up, become normal people, and get married. We both find ourselves surprised by some of the stuff the Sons come up with. "Indeed", though...Hubby hears that word and gets this look on his face like Nelson Muntz:
"Gonna dig me a hole! Gonna put a nerd in it!"
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