Wednesday, October 13, 2010

It's Relative


"My nose won't stop running, Mama. It's going to explode... I have a little cold."

"You sure do."

"Is it a grandma day today?"

"It is."

"Good. I need MeeMee to come over to take care of me."

"She'll be here in about an hour and a half."

"An hour and a half? That's going to take a very hundred years."

"It will take about an hour and a half, Bob."

"Oh. That's not so bad."

20 comments:

  1. He is adorable, and I'll bet gramma counts her blessings as soon as he opens that door....

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  2. Teehee. Exaggerations are definitely a mark of the young (and cute)! ;)

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  3. I love your blog! I laugh out loud every single time I read something from your adorable son. I don't think it would be the same if you had given him any other name. Bob is just perfect. =]

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  4. It's so true that every minute feels like an hour when waiting for the awesomeness that is grandma.

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  5. Hey, that's my kid! Oh wait, mine's blonde. And a girl. But in her world everything takes "forEVER."

    He's adorable.

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  6. Bob, I feel ya. Some days everything takes a very hundred years.

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  7. As I sit on my couch with my cup of coffee this morning, I'm convinced the work day ahead of me is going to take a very hundred years. . .

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  8. Can grandma help with my sick ones too? I'm sure that they'd be willing to wait a very hundred years for a nice grandma. Their mommy is grouchy when they are both sick. LOL!

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  9. Got my own grandson here today. He's been here for ten minutes or four hours a very hundred years. I am not sure. Ask Bob Rosenberg what he thinks, okay?

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  10. Bossy is a little time-challenged too.

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  11. A very hundred years is a long time to wait for Grandma!
    Unless there's chips involved.

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  12. I hope his nose didn't run for all of the 'very hundred years' until grandma arrived!

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  13. Three episodes of *insert favorite cartoon*. That's what I used to tell my girls at that age. Somehow it made sense to them.

    Poop Bob. Hope he's feeling better soon.

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  14. Aw crap. I mean poor Bob.

    Am looking at my nose today. Keep missing silly mistakes. Sorry.

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  15. Oh my GOSH! He is so cute! Alright, so I'm not a mother yet, so I'm curious. Is your son just the funniest little kid who ever lived, or do kids say these things all the time and you're just an amazing story teller? Or is it a combination of both?

    Either way, I love your blog. Your story telling combined with Bob's perspectives on life are so fun and life-giving. Keep up the great posts!

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  17. Lanolin tissues, Bob. Before it gets red. I always remember too late. You're very welcome.

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