My Dad served in a singles ward bishopric when I was little. To this day the ward members remember me as the little girl that would take her clothes off and run though every party.
Yesterday I dropped Maximus off at his first event all by himself, a primary party.
When I returned I was met by a very excited son and the report that he doesn't like to do what the other kids do and insists on taking off his clothes and running around.
In case there was any doubt before, yes he is mine. :)
Yesterday I dropped Maximus off at his first event all by himself, a primary party.
When I returned I was met by a very excited son and the report that he doesn't like to do what the other kids do and insists on taking off his clothes and running around.
In case there was any doubt before, yes he is mine. :)
3 comments:
Why yes he is--no question about that. This is hilarious. I hope you told your dad!!! We love you Claar. And Max (thank you for allowing your mother the pleasure of having a child just like she was). Grandma is certainly laughing her head off right now, I just know it!)
That is hysterical, he really is yours! =) Thanks for that story!
They always say you get what you deserve... well not being deserving... you did so in a sense, it is a fact your kids will. hahahaha SCARY! And to think we married the trouble makers of their high school days!
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