Monday, January 18, 2010

Dirty Boys

I love my kids.  They are the lights of my life, and I wouldn't trade them for anything.

However, there are nights that they drive me up the wall, usually  bath night.

I swear, you would think I bathe the kids in acid, scrub them with steel wool, poke them in the eyes with red hot pokers, dry their hair with RPGs, and use pliers to pull their fingernails off.

But I don't.  They just yell like I do.

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