A mother was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her teenage son. Suddenly the boy bursts into the kitchen.
"Careful! CAREFUL!! Put in some more butter! Oh my goodness!
You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW!!
We need more buttter. Good grief! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK!
Careful.......CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL!
You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never!! Turn them! Hurry up!
What are you doing? Are you CRAZY?!?
Have you lost your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!!!"
The mother stared at him. "What's wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"
The son calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm trying to play soccer."
We're leaving for Texas with Josh's soccer team for a tournament. (roll the orchestra background music here.)
I do solemnly vow to sit quietly on the sidelines sipping my Dasani water, eating peel-n-eat strawberry licorice. I hereby declare I will not comment, question or disclaim any calls made by the referees. Theretofor, I will bite my tongue and/or walk on hot coals before I let loose with any mean-spirited comments that might want to come flying out of my mouth if my sweet baby boy gets taken down from behind by another sweet little boy on the other team.
Don't hold me to any of this.
Laura............how does a road trip sound??? I'll share my licorice with you!
Celtic 96 Rocks!
THE Soccer Mom
4 comments:
Still laughing.... very nice. I vow to keep you accountable to this. How long does it have to last?
I'll cover for you:
HEY, GET HIM OFF HIM!
HANDBALL! C'MON REF! PASS IT!! HE WAS OPEN!! CORNER!! SEND IT NOW!! OH GEEZ!! I CAN'T BELIEVE HE (not Josh) DID THAT!! and my personal favorite...GET UP, I SKIED DOWN A MOUNTAIN WITH A TORN ACL AND DIDN'T COMPLAIN AS MUCH YOU BIG SISSY!!!
You're welcome
Oh, I hope they win!
so, where's he get it from...mom or dad!? i did one of those out loud laughs when i got to the "soccer" part and scared myself it was so loud!
p.s. i can still remember hearing my mom scream at the top of her lungs, cheering me on when i was swimming...LOUD shreaks under the water...very interesting.
i say keep cheerin'!
Hhmmmm.....you at soccer not saying a word...do you have video proof of such?
Marcey
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