I am a mother of three children: Danny (now 14), James (now 12), and Katie (now 8). After putting all the funny things they say and do into posts on my Facebook page, some of my friends suggested I start a blog. And now, I'm in my fifth year of documenting their antics.
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Wednesday, February 1, 2012
The Insults
Danny was telling me about a disagreement he had with a new student who had recently moved here from another state. He said they were arguing over a play in the touch football game at recess and the argument got heated. He gave me a summation of the argument and then he said, "He told me he was going to call me the worst "N" word ever!" Horrified, and unsure if I even wanted to know the answer, I asked, with great trepidation, "What was the word he that called you?" He paused, looked around, and dramatically said, "He said I was such a New Yorker!" I laughed with great relief. I asked him, "What did you say to that?" He replied, "Well, I didn't care because I like being a New Yorker. But I told him I was going to call him the worst "F" word that I know. I said he was such a Floridian" (1/29/12)
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OMG!!! I gasped while reading that but ended with such a chuckle as always! XO
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