My vocabulary is rapidly expanding, and I have mom and dad (but mostly mom) to thank. The other day, I was playing trains with daddy when my battery-powered Polar Express took a fatal tumble off the plastic mountain. I looked at daddy, smiled and said "goddammit." It must have been the right word to use, because daddy could hardly control his pleasure at what I said. So I tried it out a couple more times before daddy explained to me that it was a big person word that I wasn't old enough to use.
I can't wait until I grow up. Words are fun.
I can't wait until I grow up. Words are fun.
posted by elikaplowitz at 3:03 PM
3 Comments:
Yo Eli! We should get together and compare notes. The other day, after Daddy had a meltdown at Harris Teeter (wonder where I get it from), I was trying to talk to him about the f**in' red balloons. He didn't find me too amusing.
By the way, I'm a big fan of your blog. You may not be very good at sharing, but you sure are funny! Just kidding. I seem to be the one with sharing issues. But isn't it really all about me anyway??
Your emotional friend, Bubba
I haven't dropped the f-bomb yet, Bubba. That sounds like a sweet idea. You and I need to get together and compare notes!
Eli,
I am new to the blogging world, but this is hilarious. If you have any questions about my name, ask your Dad. If he smiled at "goddamn" he should have what it takes to explain. Keep up the hysterical work. I can't wait to make it through your archives.
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