Brain Spew

        I happen to be so flat-chested that I have to wear enormous padded bras so as to not be confused for a man. (Or a Russian man on the days that I also neglect to put on make-up.) Therefore, my sons think that a bra and boobs are one and the same. They saw one of my unnatural contraptions atop the laundry pile tonight, and, having forgotten that I was in the room, giggled to themselves and said that I should be embarrassed to have it lying there in the open. Then they discussed what it would be like if "boys wore boobs too". It was an enlightening conversation to eavesdrop on. One day, they are going to be very surprised when they learn the whole truth about breasts.
On to the next item...

         Today, after I had cleaned up vomit and a bowl of spilled egg whites, (thank you, Bryan and Drew), I heard Drew calling to be let out of the bathroom. I had no idea he was in the bathroom, but being stuck inside could only mean that he had something slippery on his hands preventing him from properly turning the doorknob. Not good. Sure enough, we found this:



He had found the toothpaste, confused it with hair gel, and applied it liberally to his sun-bleached locks.
Four things:
1. His head smelled really good.
2. Toothpaste actually held his hair in place far better than most gels I've tried.
3. Toothpaste foams up quite a bit more than shampoo when rubbed through the scalp.
4. The above incident prompted hair cuts for all three of my oldest boys today. Never one of their most favorite activities.


          And finally, there are only six more days until school resumes, and I have very mixed emotions about it. I feel as though summer has slipped through our fingers. It's gone too fast. On the other hand, the boys need to re-shape their brains into something with substance, as, currently, their brains have turned into a soupy mush. I almost envy their new beginnings. I always loved the start of a new school year with fresh, unscathed notebooks, shiny binders and new pencils waiting to be shaved into perfect, pointy tips. I still have a love-affair with office supplies. Staples is one of my favorite stores. That and tire stores. They both have lovely smells.

And now I must quit before I become even more pointlessly obnoxious.