This morning, as Mom was getting ready in the bathroom, I was shuffling through all the dvds and then opened the armoire to put a dvd in the player. Mom came walking down the hallway and asked, "Chase, what are you doing?" in that Mom voice that usually means I am in trouble. I told her, "I want to watch Bob Simpson." She asked, "Who?" and I said, "This guy...Bob Simpson", pointing to the cartoon character on the box. "How do you get this to work?" I asked.
Mom just laughed and said, "Oh you mean Bart Simpson!"...and then she proceeded to tell me that I couldn't watch it because those were Daddy's dvds and that I could choose something else (more appropriate).
Aw, man!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
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