My Boys Are Freaking Precious…Sometimes

Sean: “Anan, Thomath, tot-tart!”

Aidan: “Mom, this is why I need a dog or a hamster, so it will distract Sean and keep him from talking to me!”

Yeah, neither is an option right now…but keep tryin’ kid…


Aidan: “Mom, don’t you dare run over me!”

Me: “I promise, I won’t!”

He warns me about running over him every day when I drop him off at the Boys and Girls Club…Every. Single. Day.


Aidan: “Mom, you should stop wasting all your money.”

Me: “Excuse me?” (Thinking: WTF?!)

Aidan: “Well, you never have any money to buy me toys.”

Me: “Yes, I am constantly wasting money on feeding, clothing, and sheltering you and Sean.”
And yes, at 6 he understands sarcasm…he’s my child after all. (Thinking: You ungrateful little shit…)


Sean: “Anan, bite my butt!”

Aidan: “OK!”

Me: “Get your face out of his butt!”


Sean: “Look at my pee-pee!”

Me: “Yep.” (Thinking: Do not look.)

Sean: “Here’s my butt.”

Me: “Uh huh.” (Thinking: What is it with this child and his butt?)

This is a nightly ritual as I get him ready for his bath.


There is no better feeling than when they climb all over me, just wanting hugs and kisses and to feel close. I’m not the most sentimental person in the world, but I adore the feeling of little arms around my neck…when they’re not attempting to strangle me, of course…


About Michaela Mitchell

A few things come to mind easily when I think of myself - a mom, a friend, a daughter, a hard-worker. But there's so much more to me - and I just have to discover what it is.

Posted on February 7, 2012, in Raising Boys and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. This sounds like my house. Very funny.

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