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I'd be bitchin too, if I had to care for a baby while trying to post on PD. Sounds DIFFICULT.
You have no idea man. :P
Preston's staple snack seems to be a cheese stick and a sippy cup of juice. :)
Cheese sticks are his favorite. He has the snack once per day, every day. Sometimes twice! He'd have them more often, if I let him. But that would do bad things to his diaper. Trust me on that one.
I can imagine.
I try not to imagine..
... but you could.
I could show you...
No thanks,Keke.
2:52 - get home from school.
2:54 - Xbox
2:55 - MW2 or COD4, depending on my mood.
2:56 - Realize I have homework
2:57 - Realize I have a free period at the beginning of the day anyway
2:59 - Mom calls. I have to baby-sit.
3:01 - Nephew arrives
3:02 - My nephew likes to break things, like me, and I can't fight back because he's six and I'm 14, So Ma will bitch when she gets home and finds out if I laid a finger on him.
Believe me when I say some hair pulling and nut shots beats a Mom yell any day of the week.
no way that happened in ten minutes dude come on
yeah, cod 4 would take at least an hour
well more like 6 hours, I've never known anyone play CoD for less than that.
hahaha too right :D
Exactly what I was thinking.Quote:
Originally Posted by God
@Keke: as cute as your son may be, and as much as you may love him... he sounds like a demonic spawn. Just sayin.
Buut then again I know how you feel, in a way. I'm number three out of seven kids. So.
I guess.Quote:
Originally Posted by God
I say that every time she talks to me about him. It's why I can't remember his name.Quote:
Originally Posted by Bumblebee
Not too far off there in that assumption.
I was ready to leave him at a foundling's home yesterday. (just about)
He took off his diaper during nap time, shit in his bed, rubbed it all over the walls and up and down the rungs of his crib.
I cried.
In the middle of cleaning up the shitsplosion the husbeast thought it'd be a great time to yell at me that I wasn't doing what he wanted me to do fast enough to suit him.
I cried some more.
It was possibly one of the worst experiences of my life.
I thought my kid must be a retard to do that. I googled it. Apparently it's pretty common among 2-3 year olds.
I refused to make dinner. We had Arby's. It made me sick. Karma?
Moral of the story: Don't fucking breed.
:o