Picture it: Calgary, Sarcee Meadows, 1980-something(anyone know the reference?)
I have the "coolest" bike, sparkly green with a sparkly green banana seat and the long handle bars. My friends, my younger brother and I had gone on a contraband run to the local 7-11. We were in no way allowed to go there by ourselves. Anyhoo, on the way back we're pedalling as fast as we can through an apartment complex and I'm in the lead. We had been gone a while and were trying to get back before my mom came looking for us. As I'm whipping down the road with the paperbag of candy in my hand, I fail to notice the speedbump coming up. Apparently I flew over the handle bars and knocked myself out for a few moments as I woke up to a woman who had ran out of her house to see if I was ok. I immediately turned to my brother and my first words were "Hide the candy" as I hand him my bag. Yes, the terror of my mom finding out overrode any concussion I was most likely suffering at the moment. To this day, I still don't think she ever found out.
Oh, apparently my son(21 months) is "warming up to the potty". As in he uses it to: put his diaper in, hide his toys in, move and stand on to reach something and this morning to use as a lounge chair while wearing my sunglasses upside down on his face while dressed in nothing but a diaper, pyjama top and mismatched socks.
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Hey, I just had a thought. What happens if she reads this? She is SO going to send you to the naughty corner
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