Wednesday, June 27, 2012

I have "Certigo". Trust me, it's a thing.

Typical bedtime conversation:

Me: James, scoot over. You're making the bed sink in the middle.

James: Jessa, I'm concerned. You think that about all beds.

Me: No I don't.

James: Yes, you do. I think you have reverse vertigo. You have...certigo.

Me: That's not a thing.

James: It's a thing. It's logical. Like a bird hitting you in the face.

Me: How is a bird hitting me in the face logical?

James: Because they are either flying really slow or you are going really fast and deserve to get fowlly-smacked. Don't question this.

[I shove his back and pull the blankets]

Me: Move over!

James [yelling]: You're not my real mom!



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