I have a class that has 33 kids. In that class there are only five boys. Which means there are 28 girls! 28 freshmen girls. It is also the last class of the day. After our 96 minutes together I can barely hear. I can barely think. I am glad Noah will not be as loud, shrill, or hyper as those 28 girls.
I have two girls in another class who got in a fight over their babies daddy. They lost blood, hair (real and synthetic), and a rumored tooth over a boy. I am glad Noah will never fight over his baby's daddy.
My mom and I went to see 27 Dresses last weekend. Behind us was an entire row of 13 year old girls on a slumber party. The talked, giggles, flirted, cried, laughed the entire movie loud enough for the entire movie to hear them. While it was cute in parts, I am glad Noah will never ask me to take him and 20 of his best friends to a chick flick!
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HAHA!! I'm rolling laughing at your post!! That's awesome! And, no, they'll never want to go see a chick flick . .but instead, noah and micah will be begging us to let them go see Rambo . . or Rocky . . . or some other beat 'em down/shoot 'em up movie!! That's when I'll say, go ask your dad . . or "Uncle Adam!" ;)
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