Guest Post, Jr.
Today's guest Blog Post is from my 7 year old son. I transcribed the story that he told at breakfast. And of course didn't tell him that I was going to use it on my blog. Because I know how to exploit people. Underage people. Children. That sounds so wrong, doesn't it? Hi, FBI!
Oh yeah, and for those of you who think that this is blogging at its laziest, I have this to say: Good call!
Last night I woke up at 1 in the morning, so I looked out the window to see if I could see a dear, and you know what I saw? Nothing.
Oh yeah, and for those of you who think that this is blogging at its laziest, I have this to say: Good call!
Last night I woke up at 1 in the morning, so I looked out the window to see if I could see a dear, and you know what I saw? Nothing.
posted by Marinka at
7:52 AM
3 Comments:
HA sometimes something will happen and my son will say - don't put it on your blog.
My oldest woke up in the middle of the night one night and swore he saw someone trying to break into our car. Yeah. That was fun. And no, there wasn't anyone.
Are your chilluns becoming countrified? Looking for deer, first thing in the morning. Next they'll want chickens on the roof of your Manhattan apartment. (I imagine you living in a fabulous apartment in Manhattan. Don't ruin my fantasies by telling me the truth.)
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