A young mother discovers insanity is hereditary


you get it from your children.

I received these emails from a relative this week. I'm posting them with her permission. Enjoy. Names changed

Email #1: She describes how her younger son, Felix, is constantly calling her at work, asking simple, detailed questions like "Can I make hot dogs," "Can I use ketchup," etc.

Email #2:
Well just got another phone call from Felix. 
 
“Mom, can I make some”….and this is his exact words….”Chicken of the sea Chunk light tuna salad?”
 
YYYAYAYAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYAYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Email #3:
After spending just last evening ooooing and aahing over the kids baby pictures with Felix, remembering once upon a time when I could pick up my little cherubs in my arms and squeeze and hug on them as much as I want……  Oscar woke me up at 2am to tell me he threw up on his bed.    BOY HOWDY did he!!  And we’re not talking sour milk anymore….we’re talking barely digested hot dogs and cottage cheese and who knows what else.    I don’t know what the neighbors thought of me at that time in the morning… in the drive way…. power washing Oscar’s sheets……. I really didn’t care what anyone was thinking at the time. 
 
It was, however, a moment of epiphany….  (I’m not sure if you can really have a “moment of epiphany” or not….but it’s all I can come up with for now)
 
I realized that it’s not so bad that the kids are growing up…… I almost never have to clean up puke in the middle of the night anymore.

Posted: Thu - July 13, 2006 at 08:22 PM           | |

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