over the last few days Raisin Boy has been testing the limits of language.
Sunday while at a friends house my friend came in from the garden after fertilizing his berry bushes with Chicken Manure and blurted out "I'm covered in Chicken Shit"
Next thing I know Raisin Boy is squawking "Chicken Shit!! Chicken Shit"
Great!!!!
Then this morning I get up to take a shower leaving the Boy to sleep in my bed. When I return he has turned on the TV in my room and is watching a movie on HBO about basketball which must have had some not so appropriate language in it. When I sat down on the bed he asked me "Mom...Can I say Crap?"
OH LORD
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The on going tale of Raisin Boy and his Mamma
About Me
- Raisin Boy's Mamma
- This Mamma was born and raised in Brooklyn New York ("The Slope" to be exact) and is now trapped in "The OC". I am a divorced Mamma that shares custody of Raisin Boy with his Daddy. All I am trying to do is raise my boy right (What ever that means)
Raisin Boy
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