My friend, Cara’s, Facebook post today:

“While wrangling my son to stand still in line at the store today, an older woman behind me said ‘You’re in the time of your life when a lot is asked of you and a lot is asked of him.’ So, so true. And yet, as parents, we often forget about the latter. A great reminder to be patient with our little ones even when they are not patient with us!”

Cara and her line-mate are right: we do ask a lot of our little ones. They are learning and growing and just as overwhelmed with everything at times as we are.

My friend, Cara, had a funny conversation with her 5-year old son that she posted on FB today:

Son: This is the grossest thing — two girls at school today were licking and kissing me!
Me: Did your teacher tell them to stop?
Son: No, she didn’t see them.
Me: Well, did you tell them to stop?
Son: Uh, no, because I liked it!

Wow. I’m looking into my future folks and it’s scary.

From my friend, Laura, who manages to be both sarcastic and sweet at the same time. Usually.

Some people see the glass half full. Others see it as half empty. I just drink the damn water and move on.

From my rock star realtor friend, Stephen:

The other day I was showing property to a physician and his 6 year old daughter. We were looking mostly at foreclosures. Toward the end, the girl is talking with her mom on the phone. She tells her mom that we’ve been talking about four leaf clovers all day, but she hasn’t seen ANY yet. Ha!

Phil’s FB posts are always sassy, but if you met him in real life, you’d never believe he’s the same guy. He’s so quiet and sweet, but on FB, he lets it rip! Like this one:

On another note, why do people not understand that I’m still drinking on Sunday regardless of how much the Christian Coalition screams! Just let me buy my 40 at the QT on Sunday and get over it!

Phil bringing the raunchy fun again:

Who named Trojan condoms? The Trojan horse entered through the city gates, broke open and loads of little guys came out and messed with everyones day!

Here’s Brett, making me think:

I am ert, ept, and combobulated. Nothing, not even “in-” or “dis-” can stop me.

Cara was sick as a dog a few weeks back and posted this. I think many of us can relate!

Spending Super Bowl Sunday with something that resembles the flu. Oh and hubby’s sick too. Two dysfunctional parents = less than stellar parenting. Kids have eaten cheerios for bkfast and lunch. I’m sensing a threepeat for dinner.

On Monday, my friend Phil wrote:

Can tomorrow be President’s Day too?

And a friend of his replied:

Yeah, I don’t want to receive junk mail tomorrow either.

My friend, Lauri, whose 5 year old son is WISE beyond his years:

Me:  I think it’s time for a haircut.

Son. : No, Mom. Absolutely not.

Me: Let’s just take a little off around your ears.

Son : No way. I want long sideburns just like Theodore Roosevelt!

Me: Ok, dude. You win.