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Charlie's Soap

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Wednesday, November 7
Costing him a job at Arthur Murray

My middle child bitches more than any human you've ever seen has a penchant for the negative.

You may recall that he's currently enrolled in Cotillion, and, you can imagine how that goes over most days.

Actually, he does seem to have a little fun once he gets there, and, he's able to talk about what he's learned, but, he still puts great effort into convincing everyone that he has no interest in it.

I picked him up from class Saturday, and, he was complaining about his hand hurting.

As he usually has something hurting, or, not right, I didn't think much of it, and, I asked him if there was anything I could do.

Apparently, I wasn't taking him seriously enough, and, he got a little agitated, and, with dead seriousness in an effort to let me know just how much I didn't get it, he proclaimed:

"Mooooommmm. It hurt so bad, I COULDN'T EVEN DO THE LOOP DE LOOP ON THE FOXTROT!!"


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Comments

Now THERE'S something you probably never thought you'd hear him say!

Your blog really makes me laugh and I don't even have kids! I really loved the Krispy kreme story and have had somewhat of a similar story happen ... of course I end up eating 7 of them when all I wanted as 1/4 of one.

Thanks for making me laugh today

Sometimes, just sometimes, I see a post like this and wish we lived in the south. In Oklahoma we don't have cotillion. Depending on where you live in the state, the best you can hope for is Barn Dance.

I always ask, is it bad enough that I need to take you to the doctor? or should we go straight to the emergency room? Usually - like always - it's not that bad.

My daughter started complaining of her hand hurting last night. Today is HOPE (PE to you and me) I think there may be a link there? She went with an ace bandage, but no note from home.

Sounds serious--I hope you rushed him right to the ER after that! Actually, he sounds a lot like my daughter, aka "the girl who cried wolf." Someday she may seriously hurt something and I will blow it off because she's complained about so many other things before.

LOL!

I am almost certain THAT is something I will never hear from my son's mouth!

yeah pretty sure that isn't going to be coming out of my son's mouth either.

Posted by: nobody | November 7, 2007 2:14 PM

Cripes! Get him on the Tilt-a-Whirl, quick!

ha... so funny. The worst part of cotillion was when I had to dance with the boy with bad breath. But when I got to dance with a particular boy, my heart would flutter. I loved going to cotillion!

I love that- as I've marveled before, I wish I could subject my boy to cotillion. We have none of that here in the NorthWet hinterlands.

(I meant to write West, but it's all the same.)

Posted by: demondoll | November 8, 2007 2:56 PM

Wow - kids around here (NW) would never leave a kid alone (boys anyway) if they did something like Cotillion. Best I can hope for in J learning manners and etiquette is through Boy Scouts! And even Boy Scouts is teased beyond 5th or 6th grade.

Wow - kids around here (NW) would never leave a kid alone (boys anyway) if they did something like Cotillion. Best I can hope for in J learning manners and etiquette is through Boy Scouts! And even Boy Scouts is teased beyond 5th or 6th grade.

I'm glad to read that my son is not the only one taking a ride on the whiny train. Sometimes he's worse than a girl when it comes to complaining about every little thing. Were we this bad when we were kids? If so that explains why my mother was crazy....lol!

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