(Brendon es mi número dos niño.)
“Mom, homework hurts trees. Stop giving it to us. Do you want to die from lack of oxygen?”
Brendon told me, “Remove yourself from my happy place!” because he wanted my computer.
“No, Kisa, I DON’T want to throw your slobbery, bacon-flavored fish!”
We drove by a huge house and Brendon said he thought I’d like to live there.
Me: No, that’s too big.
B: There would be considerable room for bookshelves!
The other night I said that “Brendon” was Kevin’s choice for name; today, Brendon and I were discussing Cowboys memorabilia. B: I’m just glad Dad didn’t name me “Emmitt.”
“Mom, I get exercise on the computer. Why do you think my hands are so strong?”
Brendon, after trying iced mocha: I’ve found something that tastes worse than horseradish!
Brendon: Mom, some people think you need help.
Me: Who, you?
Brendon: No, me and Zander and Aislynn.
Me: You’re right, I need help with the housework.
Brendon: No…. mental help. Like therapy.
“I don’t WANT to do jobs in the morning. It’s not natural.”
To his sister: “Acupuncture Day! Now, hold our your foot…”
B, doing his Language Arts: Why are you torturing me?
Me: If I wanted to torture you, I’d make you learn Latin.
Brendon was watching Food Detectives… “Mom, did you know we could cook salmon in our dishwasher?”
Question: Describe God’s creation of man.
Brendon’s Answer: God made Adam from the dirt of the earth and He made Eve by putting Adam to sleep and taking one of his ribs and then He just did His thing.
“Mom, am I your favorite son because I’m the one who knows how to make coffee?!”
Me: “Brendon, are you still planning on living with me forever?”
Brendon: “Yes.”
Me: “Oh, good, because if Zander moves to Japan and Aislynn moves to South America, you’ll still be around to get my wheelchair in/out of the car and change my diapers.”
Brendon, with a startled look: “Hello, Canada!!”
“Grammar and spelling is (sic) the most useless subjects in the history of mankind.”
Copyright 2010 by Tammi Mossman.
