Kids Are Sponges…

Don’t say I never warned you!

Those of you who follow my private Facebook and/or know me personally, know that there is no shortage of humor when it comes to my family. At one point, we were bursting at the seams with babies. Now those babies are walking, talking and know more than we do.


Seriously, they know more than us. They can recite every song on the radio. They can tell you where you put something down last. They know who ate the last cookie or even where the stash is at. Kids are a representation of the piece of your brain that got lost somewhere after high school or college (if you have any or are surrounded by them then you probably understand where I’m coming from).

I don’t have any kids myself but, when I can, I spend time with my little family members. I even try to stay up to date with the latest movies and current events. Lord forbids I don’t know what new characters are out, I would never hear the end of it. I had a conversation with one of my little people pop on my Facebook from over a year ago and I still laugh my heart out. It’s always the youngest one who’s outspoken and knows how to stir the pot.

One day I allowed two of them, yes two, to stay overnight. They know when they come over that the tv is all theirs. I tried to get them to watch one of my favorites, The Princess Diaries and my feelings were crushed. The younger one enlisted me in a debate letting it be known that the movie Dear Dumb Diary was better. I couldn’t believe it. I was shocked and amused. This kid didn’t know what she was missing.

Fast forward to 2017, and they are still at it. Except the tiny one knows how to lie really good and the older one is let’s just say older. Like I mentioned earlier, there were a lot of them born at one time so they’re in the same age range. If you thought my little tiny friend was funny you should hear about the trap star who decided he would make it rain, using money someone had just put in his pockets. I can’t make this stuff up. These kids are like sponges. Don’t say I never warned you!

Hope this helps someone!

C.H.

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