This lil' boy, wow. I've never met someone so little yet, so full of the devil. My children aren't perfect. BUT they have some sense of what it means to respect adults. They have some sense of how to get along with their peers. But this lil boy here, takes the cake. I'm waiting to see when he's going to make his head spin around. I know it's awful of me to say, but in any case...the truth shall set me free.
My first realization that this dude was a ticking time-bomb was when my boys were playing with him. My oldest was showing him how to "roof" a tennis ball. Now, Jah (my oldest)did this all the time at school, so he knew how to do it where the ball would come back down. However, one of the balls that the boy threw didn't come back down and it got stuck on something. Needless to say, no one could get it down. So, I'm in my house with the windows up so I could hear what was going on outside. All of a sudden, I hears sounds of wrestling and fussing. I look outside and this (whoa, THANK YA JESUS!) little boy was on top of Jah, Jah was trying his hardest to get up. I ran out the house with the baby as fast as I could. By the time I got over there (let's give him a name) Damien had run away. I yelled his name, "Damien!" I couldn't run cause I had the baby in my arms - but I was marching just like Sophia was in the Color Purple!
I'll have to make this a part one...but please feel free to comment on what I have so far!
9 month review
13 years ago