Sunday, March 8, 2009

Feelin' the TJ's Love

Trader Joe's. How I love thee. You and your rice pasta and cheese. You proved so good that the royal subject did not revolt and splatter mac and cheese on the walls.

I'm soooo happy not to have had a reenactment of the college method of testing pasta doneness. You know, throw it at the wall and if it sticks it is done?

I don't need no stinkin' shower!

Mother: C'mon buddy it's time to get in the shower.

Son: I wish there was no such thing as showers.

Mother: You have to have a shower. You don't want the kids at school tomorrow pointing at you and saying you stink.

Son: It's O.K., some of the kids at school can't smell.

Mother: What? Don't they have noses?

Son: They do, it's just that some of them are full of boogies. So, it would be O.K. if I skip, they wouldn't smell me.

Welcome to my world. I have discovered that you an argument with a five year old.