I think my son is insane. He was watching a show this morning, and yelled "stop it right now!" in a very stern voice.
I came around the corner, knowing he was by himself and said..."umm, you OK?"
"Yes," Completely into Franklin on TV.
"Who are you yelling at?"
"My foot, it was moving like this (he proceeds to kick it around) and I was getting mad at it."
"ummmmm....OOOOKAAAAYYYY" as I back out of the room and hide in the closet until normal Henry comes back to visit....
a little worried!
About Me
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- PIE
- Maine, United States
- I used PIE, my nickname. When I was born, my father said "poor little pie face, she is so ugly no one will want to marry her, she will keep us warm in our old age." Yes it is true, and it stuck...so now, I am known as pie. This is how my journey started…NICE. I am a SAHM...which explains my brand of crazy. I live in Maine, just had another kid, and am feeling like I need to relocate to a shoe. My brother in-law and my sister convinced me that somehow, my life may be interesting to the masses…my secret thought is, as I sit at the bar in their house telling them about my life, they are thinking, “she is one crazy MoFo.” So this could just be their way of documenting it before they drop me off at the door of an institution. None the less, I have decided to give blogging a try. I do, however, worry that I will become the target of a seek and destroy mission led by my in-laws if I mention them too much, I am treading on thin ice as it is :-) Ultimately, writing about my screwed up life, I know I am eventually going to insult someone. So consider this a disclaimer and it is just going to have to cover it for the length of time that I decide to torture you all with my blog
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