I spend every afternoon from 3:15 until 4:05 killing time with my oldest (E) and youngest (G) sons waiting for their brother get out of school. Sometimes we race around the soccer field, or go to the playground (along with a group of high-schoolers who aren't exactly 'high on life'), sometimes we go to the store or run an errand, and sometimes we just sit in the car and talk or read.
G's favorite reading lately isn't a book, but any toy catalog that winds up in the mailbox or the newspaper (he keeps a folder of them in his room and pours over every page for hours). E will read anything that's in front of him. Books, manuals, yogurt containers, anything to possibly quench his insatiable thirst for more information. Today I had a stack of ads that came in the mail from Costco, REI, Dick's Sporting Goods, and Puff's tissues.
After talking about his day for a while, E piped up, "Mom, I want to look at dicks," then laughing, "The ad for Dick's."
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hahaha. Very funny.
Oh my! That's a riot. My kids would have busted up at that one...
Oh trust me, I've heard it. Unfortunately, that store DOESN'T come up online if you type in dicks.com...shudder...
Ok, I think my maturity level is about the same as your son's. Dick jokes crack me up.
Not the most mature parents either. Usually the boy humor gets a half-hearted, "That's not nice," said through barely muffled giggles.
And Jennifer Juniper - thanks for the heads up!
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