Junk, and Other Stuff

It’s been a while. I know.  And I haven’t even finished where I left off on my last post. But there are a few random things I want to share…

First.  (And if you find my posts about my son offensive because they’re about anatomy, then read no further.)

We were sitting at dinner the other night and something smelled really bad.  I couldn’t figure out what it was.  Bad smells make me gag and I have this innate urge to find them. And clean them. With Lysol. Or Windex.  Or something really strong and deodorizing.  I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from and I was sniffing around trying to find it.

Isaac disappeared for a second and then came back.

While he was gone, he figured out what the smell was.

“It’s mine and Dad’s junk.” (And by “junk”, he didn’t mean “garbage.”)

What?! (I love how he threw Tim under the bus too.)

The funniest part was that he wasn’t trying to be funny.

Second.

There’s a song I’ve heard on the radio that’s kind of annoying and kind of catchy.  It’s by Afrojack and I should preface this by saying I NEVER get the lyrics right to songs. Ever.

Anyways, I only really know this one line: “I want you to take your birth control. Take your birth control. Take take your birth control.”  Which is totally weird, right?

Yes.

Because I just learned today that the lyrics (and title of the song, which I didn’t know but if I had, would have been a major clue) are:

“I want you to take over control. Take over control. Take take over control.”

I shouldn’t sing out loud anymore.

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