Two things from today. This morning, DG asked me what my malfunction was (I told him to haul ass to get out of my way). I replied I wasnt malfunctioning, it was his malfunction. We said malfunction a few more times and I said: That word has lost all meaning now. He replied: Well, thats not my falmunction! Then he stopped and slowly sounded out: Mal... funk... shun. then he said: Falmunction. Thats not right. I said, No, youre not. He exclaimed: FALMUNCTION! And this afternoon, he was getting little tiny ornaments to put on our now little tree (we stopped doing the big-ass tree a couple years ago). Hes proud of himself for finding these tiny bulbs at some dollar store. And being that theyre from some dollar store, hes now got glitter bits all over his hands, shirt, face, and even some in his hair. When I told him that he was covered in shimmering glitter, he stood up straighter and put his hand on his hip (like Superman would if he only had the use of one arm) and exclaimed: Thats because Im an ANGEL! A falmunctioning angel, I bet.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 22:42:17 +0000
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