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- Gayle
- A mid 30's woman trying to balance marriage, faith, homeschooling 4 kids, mountains of dirty laundry and a serious chocolate addiction. Ok, well maybe it's more like upper 30's but it's still the 30's, dangit!
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In our house the boy laughter is usually accompanied by one of his sisters crying.
Don't worry- they make him pay.
I hear you- it is a guaranteed laugh at our house too.
That kind of laughter in my house (of all girls) usually involves streak.ing as well (nothing is funnier than the toddler straight out of the tub putting on a running strea.k show) or putting things under their shirts or the rear of their pants to give them boo.bs or boo-tay! just wierd. :)
lol...yep right before bathtime...they go streaking throughout the house and hysterically laughing. I don't get it either :)
When my daughter was three, I met a new friend who had four boys. The six children stair-stepped in age down to my daughter being the youngest one. One day she was loading up her boys to come to my house for a visit and the boys asked who Maudie was and did they know her? She said you know who she is, she's got a little girl and a little boy. Her oldest son said, 'OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH is she the one whose little girl runs around outside naked all the time???????????' Yep, that was me.
The words naked and glee go hand in hand in my house too. They even have a dance they call "the naked dance". It's not just boys.. I'll be upstairs putting away laundry and when I come down my previously fully clad daughter will be sitting on the couch naked watching Sesame Street. Which I don't normally mind except when we have pee-cident or when the doorbell rings and they run to get it and not run to get their clothes on.
okay, that is cracking me up. what my son misses by having no brothers. hahaa.
LOL....by the way....what's a boy?
It doesn't change when they get older. We went camping this summer and I heard hysterical man laughter from next door. I looked around our camper to see what he was laughing at and it was our three year old son, pants down to his knees, peeing for all to see. I blushed and ran to cover him up and our neighbor kept laughing so hard I thought he'd break a rib.
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