The Suck Song
Maggie is going into one of those “vocal” phases where she is adding new words into her vocabulary almost non-stop. Today we drove out to the new house and then to Target. Which definitely reminded me of why I don’t shop at Target on the weekends… ugh.
Have I mentioned that I am really not very fond of men? I’m not. In fact, I’m surprised I’m even married sometimes, because men annoy me to no end. Like I’ve mentioned before, Jennifer Aniston should probably be made aware of the fact that Brad Pitt is not the only one missing a sensitivity chip - 99% of the male population is missing that same chip.
The entire time I am in Target, Ethan is complaining about how he hates Target and that it’s “never just a simple 20 minute trip.” He bitched so much that I threatened to not allow him to go to the movies next weekend. Have I mentioned I really, really don’t like teenagers? I don’t. Can’t stand them… not even mine.
At some point Ethan says, “this sucks.”
To which Maggie looks up puzzled, appearing to contemplate what is apparently a new word to her and then proceeds to sing, “Suck… suck suck suck suck suck suck… suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!!!
Loud enough that I felt compelled to say, “Sock? Yes, you have lovely PINK SOCKS on today, don’t you? Look at those pretty pink socks, Maggie.”
My two-year old genius replies, “No! Stop! SUCK! SUCK SUCK SUCK!!!!!”
And then goes back to singing “The Suck Song.”
Ethan could only grumble, “see even MAGGIE hates Target.”
I said, “You know, they offered to give you a sex change when you were born… I probably should have taken them up on the offer. ”
