I hate to admit it, but tormenting B is one of my favorite pastimes. Here's how I did it this afternoon. I made up the following song and got it stuck in his head.
Bom, bom, bom, bom - bom, bom, bom, bom
I like my lizards, when they're roaming free.
I like my lizards, when they are running away from me.
Bom, bom, bom, bom - bom, bom, bom, bom
Silliness abounds in our house!!! :)
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I can tell you how I DON'T like my lizards: hot out of the dryer- like the one that I got out of the dryer yesterday with my laundry. Unfortunately, the lizard did not make it and some of the load had to be rewashed. Yuckola!
Cheryl
Sherry, when you talk about lizards I think of one night when you were standing on a chair in the kitchen screaming "Jason(!), Scott(!), there is a lizard in the house! There is a lizard in the house! Make it go away!" I still laugh. Is Brendan still swimming? I want a picture. Is K still dancing? I want a picture. B and K take the camera away from your mom and get some pictures of her too. (B and K, you guys rock!)
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