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Love Is...

Sitting behind 27 preschoolers during story time at the public libarary. Seeing your child's impossible-to-keep-up pants resting low in their "normal" position, just enough to share his half moon with everyone else.
And thinking he's the cutest kid within miles.

Posted by Angela on Monday, March 12, 2007 at 3/12/2007 |

Heeeee... you'll think differently when he's a chubby 10-year-old.

Posted by Blogger Millie | Monday, March 12, 2007 12:32:00 PM  

Plummers are loved by many housewifes. I agree with millie at some age/size it ain't so aaaah:)

Posted by Anonymous Anonymous | Monday, March 12, 2007 4:52:00 PM  

I think now you are just bragging.

Posted by Blogger Super Happy Girl | Monday, March 12, 2007 6:28:00 PM  

Heeeee... you'll think differently when he's a chubby 40-year-old.

HA!

Posted by Blogger Super Happy Girl | Monday, March 12, 2007 6:29:00 PM  

Wait until he's 75 and it's still happening. Then you'll be plain old disgusted.

Posted by Blogger Carrot Jello | Tuesday, March 13, 2007 8:44:00 AM  

When he's walking around outside without pants and mooning the neighborhood children...

and he's 95...

you'll think differently.

Posted by Blogger Millie | Tuesday, March 13, 2007 9:37:00 AM  

Which never happens in WA, by the way.

Posted by Blogger Millie | Tuesday, March 13, 2007 9:38:00 AM  

LOL! Hopefully at least he didn't know! :D

Posted by Blogger Suzanne | Tuesday, March 13, 2007 2:09:00 PM  

How about when he is 98? Have you thought about that Angela?
I bet you won't be laughing then!

Posted by Blogger Super Happy Girl | Tuesday, March 13, 2007 5:27:00 PM  

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