I had to stop by 7-11 on the way home and the Boy noticed the car next to us had pink panties hanging from the rearview mirror. Our conversation went.like.this.
The Boy: “When I get my car, I’m gonna do the same thing.”
Me: “you must not want to drive said car.”
TB: ” Mom, I’m gonna get Spider Man underwear, so my friends know I’m all into Marvel comics and all…”
Me: “so they your spidey sense is on fleek?”
TB: ” MOOOOOM….how do you know that word? Where did you learn that word? Do you know what it means!?!?!??”
Me: “on point, right?”
TB: “yes, BUT HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!??!? You’re, like….old…”
Me: “it was on xxxxx’s Instagram. It said ‘my booty is on fleek’, I asked your sister….”
TB: ” IT SAID WHAT?!??!!? WHAT!!??!?? Stop it! It’s hurting my mind!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!”
Me: “yes, your Mommy’s vocabulary is the shizznit…I am a baller…”
TB: “shut.up. I need therapy, take me now….”
I almost wrecked the car from laughing so hard I couldn’t see for the tears…
He’s such an a-hole. With Spidey senses on fleek….