I know that as of late I seem to be blathering on and on about my 9 year old son Xav and not-so-much about the almost (20 days from now) 13 year old Austin... but...well.. I have no Good excuse really. Other than the 13 year old has turned into an Asshole and most "instances" with him stem around his crappy attitude, crappy behavior, crappy can't-keep-his-gawddamn-hands-to-himself'isms, crappy actions, crappy name calling crappy...well.. you get the picture. If I shared it with you, it would soon get soooo repetitious that we'd both we wasting our time.
Austin! Stop touching your brother!
Austin! Keep your damn hands to yourself!
Austin! WAtch your mouth!!
Austin! Stop scratching/clawing/kicking/etc off your brother!
Austin! Get the HELL AWAY FROM YOUR BROTHER!!
Austin!!! I GAVE BIRTH TO HIM, I SURE AS HELL DON'T NEED YOU TO MOMMY HIM FOR ME!!!
AUstin!! If youRAISEyourHANDtoYOURstepdadAGAINI'llBEATYOUREVERLOVINGASS!!
Austinnnnnn!!!!!
Took them clothes shopping (against my tight-wadded-tendancies Butch drug me in there with them kicking and swearing) to buy them jeans (so they don't look like welfare recipients with their faded ass stained holy highwaters) and ..well... (yes.. "well" must be the word of the day..)
Xavier, hold my hand.
Xav, get over here.
Xav, stop it.
Xavier, stop touching that.
Xav, stop petting the sparkles on that shirt.
Xav, get that that out of your mouth.
Xav, get out from underneath the clothes rack.
Xavier, get the HANGAR OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.
Xav, stop touching the mannequins.
Xav!! Where'd you go? Mommy needs you to stay right by me, creepy people steal children!!
Mommy!! I found a hand!!
Xav, get the mannequin hand out of your mouth.
MOM!! We're going to have to buy that shirt... he had THE SLEEVE IN HIS MOUTH!!
Mommy -- look!! I found ANOTHER HAND!!
Xav, please put the hand back where you found it.
Xavier, stop trying to peel the sparkles off that shirt.
No Xav, mommy is not going to buy you that sparkley shirt.
Xav, GETTHEDAMNHANGAROUTOFYOURMOUTH!!
Austin! Stop touching your brother!
Austin! Keep your damn hands to yourself!
Austin! WAtch your mouth!!
Austin! Stop scratching/clawing/kicking/etc off your brother!
Austin! Get the HELL AWAY FROM YOUR BROTHER!!
Austin!!! I GAVE BIRTH TO HIM, I SURE AS HELL DON'T NEED YOU TO MOMMY HIM FOR ME!!!
AUstin!! If youRAISEyourHANDtoYOURstepdadAGAINI'llBEATYOUREVERLOVINGASS!!
Austinnnnnn!!!!!
Took them clothes shopping (against my tight-wadded-tendancies Butch drug me in there with them kicking and swearing) to buy them jeans (so they don't look like welfare recipients with their faded ass stained holy highwaters) and ..well... (yes.. "well" must be the word of the day..)
Xavier, hold my hand.
Xav, get over here.
Xav, stop it.
Xavier, stop touching that.
Xav, stop petting the sparkles on that shirt.
Xav, get that that out of your mouth.
Xav, get out from underneath the clothes rack.
Xavier, get the HANGAR OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.
Xav, stop touching the mannequins.
Xav!! Where'd you go? Mommy needs you to stay right by me, creepy people steal children!!
Mommy!! I found a hand!!
Xav, get the mannequin hand out of your mouth.
MOM!! We're going to have to buy that shirt... he had THE SLEEVE IN HIS MOUTH!!
Mommy -- look!! I found ANOTHER HAND!!
Xav, please put the hand back where you found it.
Xavier, stop trying to peel the sparkles off that shirt.
No Xav, mommy is not going to buy you that sparkley shirt.
Xav, GETTHEDAMNHANGAROUTOFYOURMOUTH!!
