Gee whiz, I hate that Game Cube. It brings out the worst in people. I think it also brings out the best in my Oldest son because it controls him.
"Uh, cut that out or you say goodbye to your precious Game Cube."
Oh yeah? No more "yeah, mom, whatever"? Oh, you learned that lesson, huh?
I can pull out that shiny card forever, I guess, it is so useful.
My thigh keeps twitching and it is getting really annoying. Over and over.
Today will be my fourth time going to the swim lessons and besides the lady that talked to me the first day (she has not returned since, but her daughter has instead) no one will talk to me. Not that I have gone out of my way to talk to anyone, I just sit down and wait. No one will sit close to me either. They all try to congregate by one another and stay clear of me. Or at least that is what it looks like if someone were to walk in on the scene.
Maybe I freaked people out when the Oldest asked if he could stick his feet in the pool and I said only if he would not splash. He said ok. I said, "if you do...." and then I acted like I was a mobster and used my finger to slit my throat and made that slicing sound.
Eraser Eater let out a bellowing laugh and said, "Mom's don't do that stuff, Mom," in a soft voice. Then he said something about being a criminal.
The slice meant bye-bye Game Cube.