First off - sorry for my absence. It's honestly been crazy over here.
- karate two nights a week
- basketball five nights a week
- tutoring one night a week
- swimming once a week
- add in random other stuff, working two jobs a day, sporadic single parenting and the weeks fly by.
But stuff still happens. Like this conversation from yesterday. It's not word for word, but real close.
Allan: MARK!!!! Would you PLEASE STOP pinching my butt every time I walk by?!!!!!
Me: oh honey, he can't help it - it's genetic.
Allan: Genetic. Seriously?
Me: Seriously. Think of your dad's side of the family. Dad's a butt pincher, his mother is a butt pincher, her father - your great grandpa - was a butt pincher, dad has a ton of cousins and several siblings who are butt pinchers. It's genetic. It can't be helped.
Me, continuing: Even you used to be a butt pincher.
Me: Remember the one time when you were little and you pinched a butt at the store thinking it was mine, but it was a stranger's butt? I think the shock of it is the only reason you don't pinch butts anymore.
Allan: Right. That's the only reason.
Me: oh, and if you would put jeans on instead of wandering around in your flannels all day long - it would totally help.