Storm is having a bad day.
It’s my fault.
It’s my fault… because I gave birth to him.
Ok… ya, that makes sense?
I’ve been waiting 12 years to be asked this question
I picked Storm up from school, and shortly after getting in the car, he asked me “Why is the sky blue?”
I had to pause and double check if he was REALLY asking me this (because, no joke, I was waiting/preparing for the legit light refraction answer here this whole time).
Later in the day, I was hanging out with Griffin and said:
Me: You know…. your brother asked me a question today that I’ve been waiting 12 years to be asked
Griffin (without missing a beat!!!): Are you really my mother?
if your jaw is dropped, it’s ok — mine was too.
Jelly
Griffin: (lying in bed at 3pm, surrounded by cozy pillows, watching YouTube, and eating a snack) Mom! You too can be doing this if you had all your work done
Me: (in my head) Jerk!
My head’s under water and I’m feeling fine!
Griffin (as he has his water bottle on his head): hey mom, look! My head’s under water… and I’m feeling fine!
