Sunday, May 17, 2009

I say , I say , wear your bike helmet son.

My son came to me with a bloody T- shirt, and a bloody nose, because he had fallen off of his bike. I reminded him that if he fails to wear his helmet again that I will put his bike down for the trash collectors. He promised me that he would wear it then I quizzed him to see if he could still think straight so I asked him several questions. Like....Whens your birthday? What's my maiden name? What's for dinner? When is your last day of school. Where's your cat? How old is your Mother?
Then he said to me I don't know, and "your not funny", then he left in a huff. I think he's as good as new !!

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