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I am still giggling from the school-called-your-kid-ate-part-of a skull today adventure. And I’m sure you guys are too.
FYI..the snack in question was iced cookies. The icing “fell off” and apparently skull looks a lot like cookie icing.
Yum. Gotta get me some.
Jakey-D is fine. No adverse effects. He claims he “passed” his skull later than night, but since I am trying to wean back on turd-peeking, I just took his word for it.
We rub his head and check for antlers everyday. No horns…yet 🙂
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Holy crap! This just gets better and better! I guess I’m glad it was only icing. But just think of the stories you could tell his grandkids if he had actually eaten deer skull. Damn.
One small t-shirt and I’ll take that in pink, please!
This completely cracks me up!
Bonjour Frantic Mommy,
I guess this is one way of getting extra calcium. As a parent you will have more fun with this story when he starts dating. That’s where I am now. Its fun to see the expressions on my daugthers faces when I recall funny events of their childhood. Passing by from SITS
Anne-Marie
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Hmmm…who the heck made cookies with icing that tasted the same as/resembled deer skull? What, has the quality of in-class treats descended to that?!?!? I’ll have to be careful of school bake sales and such in the future. 🙂
Skull dust would be like the sprinkles on the frosting. Mmm.
Skull dust would be like the sprinkles on the frosting. Mmm.
I don’t know which is funnier…your posts or the comments by your readers!
I’m on board for the Recovering Turd Peeker t shirt. Come on, we’re all moms, you know we’ve all done it.
This is great news. The horns aren’t the big concern, you just file those down. It’s being paralyzed in the middle of the street when you see a car 50 yds away, horn blaring, coming at you. That’s where it gets a little dicey.
hmmmm Mamatalk has a great point here. That could be a fabby T-shirt:
“Recovering Turd Peeker”
I smell dollar signs.
Pre-orders anyone? 🙂
The story was freakin’ hilarious and definitely worthy of “are you frickin kidding me”-ness!
turd peeking? I think you invented a new word.
You make me wish we lived closer so I could hang out with you! Love your stories!
You make me giggle – as do children.
Stopping by from SITS.
LisaDay
You’re not turd-peeking, and I’m trying to stop picking my fingernails.
Glamorous, is what they call it.