B is for Basketball. Cole played basketball for one season before we left the states. He cried every game for the first 3/4 of the season. When he didn't cry during the last 1/4 of the games, we praised him for all he's worth.
That's all Cole can remember of the experience...therefore he thinks he's the basketball king. Baseball stunk to Cole. Golf was boring. No sport could ever measure up to the superb basketball experience Cole carries in his head.
B is for Beauty. P, of course, would be for "puffy eyes"...but we'll have none of that around here!
B is for Baseball. Phew, glad that's over. B is also for Bitching. Which is what we did all season. Q, of course, is for "Quitters"...which is what we all wished we were about midway through the season.
B is for Big Girl. Her first tooth. Sniff Sniff.
Ok. I'm over it. Bring on University!!!
B is (once again) for Beauty. Or maybe Beast. If it's Beast...just keep me in the dark. Repeat after me..."Angie, you look gorgeous in that picture.".
Thank you.
I have a fragile ego.
B is for Bear. Which is what Cole is officially now that he's earned his Cub Scout Wolf Badge. Here he is pinning his Mom. That's what they do. They pin their Mother. Does it matter that their Mother didn't do nearly as much as the Father did to earn all those badges? Nope. Doesn't matter. We get pinned just because.
Deep down I think it's just to show their appreciation for putting up with boys. And we deserve it.
They have attitude and they smell funny.
Girls rule. Boys drool.
A
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