The first few weeks back haven't been too bad. For the most part, the boys have behaved and Big E fully understands that any bullsh*t from him will result in my self-exiling, again.
In between songs today, Big E walked up to me, pulled my finger, and yelled out FART!
STOP THAT! NOW!
I growled at him and give him my sternest-you-are-in-serious-sh*t look.
He did it again. And again.
I could feel my face heat up and turn bright red. I glanced around to see who had heard our exchange.
For the record, I do not sit around my house having my kids pull my fingers while farting on demand. I'm sure you didn't need me to clarify that, but I did regardless.
But where on Earth did Big E pick up such a disgusting and rude party trick you may ask?
Look no further than Mr. Yoy. It's a shame he missed Big E's grand debut of the pull-my-finger gag in the midst of Shabbat services.
Being the only female in our family, this is my destiny, my life sentence. Pray for me.
I can't wait to uncover other little awesome nuggets Mr. Yoy is passing down to the Yoys.