Kibbles and Bits

Daniel comes home and says he got an A+ today. I inform him that that's the highest mark you can get. "Why can't they be more specific, though?" he asks. "'A plus' what?"

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Justin has declared he no longer wants to go to Debbie's house (his babysitter).

"Why not? Do you like Debbie?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like the other kids there?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like the toys?"

"Yeah."

"So what don't you like?"

"Debbie has rules."

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Last week, I'd promised Justin we would make peanut-butter cookies, but then I ended up at the hospital. He went to Debbie's while I went to Emerg, and told Debbie his Mama was sick.

"What's wrong with her?"

"She said she was going to make peanut butter cookies, but then she was afraid she was going to barf all over them."

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Chris has been making fun of me over mom-related stuff. Like, on Thursday, after hemmoraging early in the morning, I still went to a meeting with Daniel's teacher before going to Emerg. And on Friday, I made peanut butter cookies with Justin right before deciding to go back to Emerg.

He told a co-worker, "That's my wife: she's bleeding to death, but our son's education comes first." And he teased me, "There you are, making cookies while your heart's running out of blood to pump. And then you worry that you're not a good mother."

I guess that's meant to be comforting ;)