Banned from the YMCA

It hasn't come to that, but Bobby did: disrupt the "Mat Rats" class by his usual tomfoolery, bean a girl on the head with a hard plastic toy, swipe a piece of chocolate from a little boy, and was about to swing another hard plastic toy around his head when I finally caught up with him.
This all was after the morning, when, in the cold rain, he decided to lead me on a chase around the preschool parking lot.
At dinner I announced I was running away to join the circus.
Bobby replied, "Mommy, you don't have to run. You can just drive your car to the circus."

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Anonymous said…
...it's late, i've promised myself i wouldn't do this (but of course have, and more importantly knew i would ; ) ... waited til the last moment to do my speech for class ...a mere 10 hrs. away, without knowing what to say ...damn citations...freakin' word...read-only file?......arghhhh....i still have a bit to do (who am i foolin?) ...whereas one link to info i needed was in e-mail...speaker on 'puter is down low...i heard the subtle tone, and caught yer message ...and hit yer blogger link

btw,
thanx lass for the strength ta lmfao!
Thursday, April 28, 2005 10:21:00 PM
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