- I just finished cleaning the boys' rugby boots. I can definitively say that not all the brown stuff I washed off was mud. Let's leave it at that.
- On an another disturbing note I can, if you wish, let you in the weird and wonderful mind of an 8yr old. Brace yourself.
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Bahaha! Love it! Honestly, girls are no better!! My three are 17, 15, & 13 now but the youngest still has many kookie moments ;) Have fun! Jen
Jennifer Hill |
Wednesday, 26 February 2014 at 11:17 AM
Thank you God for not making my kids want to play rugby.
Wednesday, 26 February 2014 at 12:54 PM
I haven't been around an 8 year old lately. Hilarious!! Thanks for posting it.
Wednesday, 26 February 2014 at 02:27 PM
Oh yikes. It's something I think about every time I clean football boots. Fascinating glimpse into the mind of an eight year old. I have one too, brilliant aren't they?!
Wednesday, 26 February 2014 at 08:51 PM
Brilliant! "Mumbling" is my favourite. My son and his friends gave a rendition of Ace of Spades at the cub's campfire singalong, makes a change from Kumbaya I guess!
Thursday, 27 February 2014 at 11:15 AM
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