Heptadecagon

I love the Little Man, but there are times when he reminds me of another guy in the house who tends to be forgetful... Me: Aaron, where is your lunchbox? [Last week, he'd left it in his math classroom overnight.] Aaron: Just a minute...here it is. Me: Thanks. Aaron: Uh, I didn't eat my sandwich because I had pizza. Me: Why did you have pizza? Aaron: It was the pizza party. Me: You didn't tell me you were having a pizza party. Aaron: Oh. Me: What was this pizza party for? Aaron: Well, it was for different things, but I had pizza because I won the spelling bee. Me: You didn't tell me you won the spelling bee, either. Aaron: Oh. Me: Yeah, Oh. Congrats on the spelling bee, honey. Let's make sure you remember to tell me when you win that Nobel Prize.

Despite what some of you may think, I can be a smart-ass. I'm not sure where the penchant for being one comes from, but the capacity exists within me. I've just had to shut it off since having children. But every once in a while, a snarky comment rises from the deep sea bottom, and bops up here, on the blog. What is it for today? I just read this article in the Washington Post , about the ten most boring things that moms find awesome . (Umm, actually, that's the title. I guess I should have put those words in quotes. I didn't, and I'm too lazy to do so.) In the article, Samantha Rodman lists...aw shoot, I don't need to tell you what she lists. The title of the article does so. But what does Rodman include? Things like "Seeing a friend without kids at your feet" and "Getting a latte." Other items such as "Sleeping until 8" and "Exercise" are also on the list. I agreed with most of what she had to say, but I found myself ...