I totally missed my chance to freak over my 100th post. Since I can't remember what it was about, not having gone back and read it, I can only assume that it didn't do anything special, like cartwheels, for example.
Lucien just came in, and asked me if I have a problem with my fruits and vegetables going rotten.
I know where this is going.
That child can remember, word-for-word, virtually any commercial he's ever seen. However, he can't remember to feed the dog in the mornings.
This leads to weird conversations, such as the one at the gocery store a few weeks ago, when the cashier, (creature of habit that I am, I've been shopping at the same store for 13 years) complained about some lawyer type thing (while *he* may pay attention, I howeve, do not), he asked her if she was stuck behind the legal rights eight ball.
The child wants me to buy "Green bags".
"It keeps out the fresh air, that makes the fruits and vegetables go bad, momma!"
Little freak.
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