The other day I asked the boys to rate my mean factor.
On a scale of 1-10, with one being a super amazingly nice mom and 10 being cruel.
Brodie gave me a 3.
So I asked him to break it down for me, describe what a 1,2 & 3 means.
"Well, a one would be a mom who bakes you cookes every day after school.
A two would bake cookies sometimes.
A three bakes cookies sometimes, but also wants to teach you things. Like vacuuming."
I can live with that.
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As a younger brother who still wakes up screaming when he remembers a sister that tired to drown him once and kicked him in the head over a cookie, I will have to disagree with Brodie on this one, you are a 9.
A cold, cold nine.
Love ya
Mark
Got a good laugh from me :)
I'm with Mark.
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