I finally let Michael open the Nerf 6-shooters he got for Christmas, with the intent that they would be used outside. Well, I caved, of course, and he was shooting from Rachel's jumpy horse at the wall. He kept saying, "I trempilized your wall" and "yup, your wall is trempilized" I couldn't for the life of me figure out what he meant. Then he said, "...just like a trempilizer gun."
Ah, tranquilize. Good thing, because that wall was getting way out of control!
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Mother of an almost 6-year-old boy and a 2-year-old girl, trying to be a serious business woman for a manufacturing company and trying not to relate everything to a SpongeBob episode. My husband is a saint who has dinner on the table when I get home and does laundry.
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