We have a little tradition during the summer. On nice evenings after we get the boys to bed, we pull out our finest box of wine and bring it out to the backyard. He pours me a glass (it is always too much, but it would be rude to complain, right?) and pours himself a bigger glass (he works out and can afford the extra calories) and we sit and chat.
This is going to sound corny, but we discuss serious things like religion and politics, and insignificant things like how many time the boys said poop in one day and the interesting nicknames they give their bodyparts...
So the other day we were sipping this light white wine and chatting.
Funny, there is a picture of all of the men in my family
on the box. Aren't they cute.
See no evil. Yep, I know this one. "Duke, why didn't you tell me that Imp spilled blackberries all over the playroom? And you stepped in them! The rug is ruined!!!". Duke: "Mom, I didn't tell you because I didn't see him do it."
Hear no evil. This one is my favorite. My husband: "Rita, did you hear Duke calling for you in the back? He says Imp stinks so he probably needs a diaper change". My reply: "No, I didn't hear anything".
Speak no evil. This is the monkey on my back. If only I thought of him every time I open my mouth... I can't tell you how many times this monkey could have saved me from getting in trouble.
Now, this entire post is inspired by the comedic genius of my husband who made this hilarious connection. And this is for every parent out there who has had a child attempt to pee in a ficus at Luby's (true story).
You might have to say this one out loud.
I love my husband.
