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Shopping for boys…

Where do you shop for the little boys in your life?

~Trisha

Those of you with sons…how do you deal?

I think I have said before I am not a fan of kids in general.

I don’t know what it is. I’m not the mom that can tolerate going to community mom meet-ups and PTAs, and fundraisers. Heck, I can barely stand there when I pick Charlotte up from school and some half pint starts up a conversation with me about God knows what. Its like talking to someone that dontspeakahdaenglishgood. Of course, the one I own I tend to fair better with, but overall, in public, other peoples kids make my left eye twitch.

Especially little boys.

When I was in New Orleans, Chris and I went and sat down for a psychic reading. Its just something you do while you are in New Orleans. And he said if I had more kids at all, it would only be one and it would be a boy.

Chris and I met eyes.

Well, that secured it, time to stock up on condoms again.

A boy?

You mean a boy, like a kid with a penis and zero choices in the kids clothing department and runs rapid in Target no matter what you say and pulls crap off the shelves and likes to pick up doo doo to lick it for fun? That kind of boy?

I have seen my neighborhood boys in action. Thanks, I’ll pass.

And not to totally take a sidebar, but does anyone else think this crap should be banned?

The only thing worse then these little embroidered/iron on outfits are the parents that buy them. And if you’re ‘offended’ cause you buy them, trust me, its me who is offended when I see your poor little boy dressed up in them. Tip: I cant tell your child’s a boy when he is in a pink/turquoise/mint green one piece romper. Cause its a gay GIRL outfit.

Of course, I do like *some* boys. Boys that look like this:

Then again, Lee said she has it on good authority that *that* boy is Gay.

Maybe his mom dressed him in embroidered rompers.

I know I cannot be alone. Do sons just annoy scare the ever living bejeezes out of anyone else? I’m totally expecting to be the loner here while moms defend their perfect kids.

Unless someone wants to be honest.

~trisha

(this post was written last year in January 2010…..thought my friends get a kick out of it now considering the irony.)