My son eating a quesadilla (finger food) He starts touching my feet trying to take off my sock.
Me: Your hand is all over my feet and you’re eating a quesadilla.
He stops.
Him: well, I’ll just eat with my other hand.
I’m in the break room, and if you’re on the outside of the building you see your reflection, you can’t see inside.
This woman just picked a mad wedgie out.
Good for you girl.👏🏽
#thethingsyousee
I just started my 10 min break and my body let me know that I needed to go number 2. I thought, “naw, we ain’t going now. I’m on break”
I poop on company time.
Paid to poop y’all! 👏🏽
My son: Daddy.
Me: Yeah babe.
Him: I love you so much, I can’t even stand it.
Me: Awe. I love you too.
Him: Did you hear what I said?
Me: Yes. I love YOU so much I can’t stand it.
Him: You’re just copying me.
😆
My son: Daddy my birthday is (he says his birth date). That’s a long time away right?
Me: Yeah kinda.
Him: What is time? Can’t I just have one thousand birthdays?
Had me like 🤔😳
My son from the restroom: I’m done pooping.
He rarely calls it out.
Me: Do you need help?
Him: Yes.
I walk into the restroom.
Him: I know how to wipe my own butt, but I don’t wipe it when it’s squishy. So you have to do it.
😅
Small thread:
My son and I take a trip to Houston, Tx to visit family.
We get off the plane and go to passenger pick up.
After about 7 hours of travel. With a hour drive to the airport and two planes to get here.
We step outside...
Him: Why does it smell like that?
Me: What do you think it smells like?
He takes another breath in.
Him: I don’t know, but it stinks.
I chuckle.
Me: That’s what Houston smells like. 😅
As my son and I are watching his shows, he looks at me. He looks me in the eyes and begins to tear up.
I said, “hey babe are you ok? Why are you crying?”
He said he didn’t know why. *he wipes his face.
Him: “I just love you daddy”
Growing up, I was taught to not cry. It was weak.
Falling in love with Jesus, I cry.
Looking into my sons eyes, makes me cry.
Crying is being honest, it’s freedom, it’s strength.
Cry today.