Last child syndrome…

Parenting teens.

 

Our youngest, referred to herein as Potsticker, or Pik for brevity, shared the following joke with me this morning. (Her life is a barrel of bloody razor-blades. Just ask her.)

It’s not original, so if you’re the one who told it first, well, sucks to be you.

 

First-born child: “Mommy, why am I named Petal?”

Mommy: “Because when you were born, a petal landed on your head.”

Second-born child: “Mommy, why am I named Rose?”

Mommy: “Because when you were born, a rose landed on your head.”

Last-born child: “My favorite color is potato.”

Mommy: “Shut the hell up, Brick!”

6 comments


  • Potsticker

    I’m awesome.

    July 20, 2012
    • You are. Don’t tell anyone.

      July 20, 2012
      • Potsticker

        It’s between you and me. And the internet. But who goes on that anymore?

        July 20, 2012
        • Yeah, that’s so last week.

          July 20, 2012
  • Angela

    My favourite is Pik’s maniacal grin in the photo. You know she’ll be JUST FINE. (as opposed to most first and second born offspring)

    July 20, 2012
    • Let us hope. Time will surely tell!

      July 20, 2012

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