Apr 272009

The three of us were laying in bed last night when I asked Chooch to tell us a story.

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“Ok um….I’mma put Daddy in the microwave, cut him with knife, eat him with a fork,” Chooch story-told with no hesitation. Naturally, he and I erupted into delirious giggles, hiccups eventually plaguing Chooch.

Henry didn’t laugh. Instead, he exasperatedly wiped his hand over his exhausted face and sighed, “This.

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This is why I’m not taking any part in finding him a school.

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That’s all on you.”

And of course, that only made Chooch and me laugh harder, until Henry ultimately left the bedroom and went downstairs.

  9 Responses to “Bedtime Tales, From Chooch to You”

  1. best story ever

  2. You should totally make a painting based on that story.

  3. Lol Chooch. What a bedtime story. Hehehe.

    • I still think my story from Friday night was better, the one where I get a scalpel and cut his face off, put it on Marcy, send her to school in his place, and all the kids laugh and say, “Chooch has a furry butt!”

      Remember how irritated Henry was when I told him, LOL.

  4. Wait until you get your first phone call when the little darling says he’s going to “kill” someone. I was called twice because of Dylan’s “terroristic threatening” against the President and one of the other kids in his class.

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