I am 8 years older than my brother, which means I changed a lot of his diapers. I loved coming home to my little brother. When I was 10 I had a sort of routine where I would get out of school, go to the corner store, buy candy, walk home, and play with my brother. I used to love buying Whoppers because I could eat them slowly and still have some left when I got home.
Well, one day I got home and my brother’s diaper needed to be changed. No biggie. I laid him on the ground, changed his poopy diaper, cleaned everything up, and when I went to pick up my box of Whoppers I noticed one had fallen out of the box. I wasn’t about to waste a Whopper so I picked it up and popped it in my mouth.
IT WASN’T A WHOPPER; IT WAS A PIECE OF TURD!!!! I’ve never had a Whopper again (or a piece of turd for that matter).
My poor mother, I don’t know how she ever survived without my eye-rolling and constant instructions on how to do things better.
“When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years.” —Mark Twain
I have a young friend who tells people that when his regular teacher is out he has a “prostitute” teacher. Poor substitute is being called a prostitute. So sad, and unfair because the prostitute probably makes more money.
Along the same lines, when I was young I used to refer to adults in Spanish as “adulteros”, which translates to adulterers. Although all adulterers are adults, I hope not all adults are adulterers.
I love leaving comments on blogs, I absolutely love it. I hate word verification, I absolutely hate it. It is really a pain in the a** if I’m trying to comment from my iPhone. Could you please get rid of it? Honestly, are you having a huge problem with spam? Please, pretty please. I want to be a good commenter, but I need your help.
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