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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Getting Ridiculous...

A few minutes ago, Big Kid yelled out, "So, you ran ober my bike?" from the computer room.

Wondering how he knew (because I wasn't going to tell him until I knew whether it could be fixed or would have to be replaced), I asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'm reading it on Twitter. You typed dat you ranned ober my bike. Did you?"

Oh. I didn't realize he was still checking Twitter, since he never mentions it. Now I know.

And now he knows that I ran over his bike...

11 comments:

  1. Lazy HousewifeDecember 16, 2008 at 6:40 PM

    Oh noz! That's what you get for having a super-smart son. No secrets now. ;)

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  2. Piece o' Coconut CakeDecember 16, 2008 at 7:23 PM

    Oh, shit..

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  3. Mama HDecember 16, 2008 at 7:54 PM

    He is SOOO adorable AND smart! What's he gonna be able to do when he is 8? 10? 12? He's amazing!

    :-)

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  4. AnonymousDecember 16, 2008 at 9:16 PM

    Busted! What a little smarty pants.

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  5. Maddness of MeDecember 16, 2008 at 9:37 PM

    haaaaaaaaa ha ha! funny, but don't go changing just because some kindergardner is stalking you.

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  6. DebDecember 16, 2008 at 10:46 PM

    Literacy is so overrated.

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  7. JenniferDecember 16, 2008 at 10:51 PM

    Big Kid has made my day.

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  8. AnniebanannieDecember 17, 2008 at 1:02 AM

    So, is the bike ruined?!!! I did that once with a brand new tricycle we hadn't even given to Bear yet. I unloaded it, set it down,forgot, and yes, back over it. Nice.

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  9. AnonymousDecember 17, 2008 at 9:38 AM

    that's one internets savvy 5-year-old. My 12-year-old brother still calls me to talk him through how to update his MySpace page.

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  10. Sassy CassDecember 17, 2008 at 9:56 AM

    Damn that Twitter!

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  11. MelodieDecember 17, 2008 at 3:34 PM

    At least you don't have to worry about how to break it to him anymore, right?

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Don't tell the non-commenters, but I secretly hate them.

(kidding, kidding, I don't hate all of them. The shy ones are okay. The lazy ones suck though.)