|Puppy the Don in disguise. Well, sort of disguise.|
Me: "What's with the get up on Puppy?"
Isaiah: "Duhh, he's a bat, Mom. Duh!"
Me: "Hey! He's Bat-Pup!"
Isaiah: "No, Mom. Just a bat."
Me: "Okay, my bad."
Isaiah: *marches off with exasperated sigh*
Hey! I don't appreciate this kid treating me like I'm the lame one. Hello? I'm not the one who dressed up a ratty stuffed puppy for Halloween! And I'm the lame one? Puh-lease.
Is it bad that I marched right after him and told him this? Ha! Isaiah's response:
"It's called being creative, Mom. Not lame."
Followed by another even more exasperated sigh which I think may have been accompanied by the word "hater" under his breath. . . .
Hey! What do y'all have going on in your neck of the woods today?
Happy Halloween to all of y'all.
*If unfamiliar with the Puppy Mafia, here's a great start. Trust me, it's an absolutely perfect way to