The trouble with moving is that Momrat has accumulated all kinds of crap. She's a compulsive tagsaler. Also a, well, a packrat.
"She won't let me get rid of your old crib," Dadrat tells me woefully. "Of course, it's actually probably illegal to sell or give the crib away, anyway, because it's not up to those new crib standards."
"What crib standards?" I ask.
"Oh, you know," he tells me. " 'Crib slats must be narrower than such-and-such a distance, or your baby will get its head stuck between the slats.' You know, that kind of thing. Of course, you had such a fat head that that was never a problem with you."
"Thanks, Dad."
"What's that typing noise? Are you blogging about this?"
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Old cribs also used lead paint, which is known to cause dementia.
Oh Travis. You do make an interesting point.
"What's that typing noise? Are you blogging about this
Ah, he knows you well.
It's ok - I have a Charlie Brown head too!
Perhaps the US could yet join the EU? That's the sort of regulation which keep me safe on a daily basis, after all... :-)
"What's that typing noise? Are you blogging about this?"
Yup, Dadrat. It's called revenge.
Travis Erwin wrote, "dementia?"
As in imagining rats that talk?
;)
Hahha! Big head. Pffff!!
My daddy reads my blog so I have to be veerrrry careful.
I forgot to mention we cleaned out my father in law's apartment and came home the proud owners of a vintage Veg-O-Matic.
OMG thanks for the laughs this morning!
"what's that typing noise?"
Careful, he's wising up!
haha! munchkin also has a fat head. we are hoping he'll grow into it, and not be like a warped hello kitty or lollipop. =D he always runs into things with his big head, poor kid.
LOL aw.
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