Mean…like calling someone a Toddler
Yesterday after the marathon, after everyone showered up, dried off and took a deep breath, we headed over to a running mate of Adam’s for a little after marathon party.
There were a ton of kids there. New kids. Kids that my kids have never met before. But the great thing about kids, that does not matter. They just make it work. They play and scrap and find things to get into and have fun and never even take the time to find out their new buddie’s name.
At the end of the night, while driving home, we asked the kids if they had fun. PJ said yes. Of course, we did find her standing up on a chair performing Chinese songs to the entire group while they falled about her giggling.
KP said the kids were mean. Did something happen, I asked. His response, “Yeah, they called me Butter Head!”
Shit, Butter Head or Butta Head (as it sounds like coming out of KP’s mouth), that is just perfect. Thanks to the kid who coined that…it’s absolutely perfect.
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