The perfect wife
Yesterday we were in the car and Elle was putting her toes up by her nose. Joseph was obviously impressed and we had the following conversation:
Joseph: Now that's what I like to see in a girl. The woman I marry will be able to pick her nose with her toes.
Me: *laughs*
Joseph: The second ingredient for a perfect wife is that she has to be a good cook and will make me whatever food I want.
Me: What else does someone need to be a perfect wife?
Joseph: She needs to have a lot of gas.
Me: Gas? Why?
Joseph: You know, (whispers) butt gas.
Me: Oh..... Yes, I see.
Joseph: And she should have a lot of money so that she can buy me a lot of toys. And she should let me do whatever I want, whenever I want. And most important, she should never crab at me.
I'm not sure it's a wife he's after. I think he's looking for a mom. A new mom with a lot of butt gas. (Not that this pregnancy hasn't given me more than my fair share of that lately!
Jen
3 comments:
ahhhh. butt gas is what I, too, seek in the perfect mate. I can only hope some of the adorable-ness of your children rubs off on your/their baby-to-be, as well.
Oh my God, that is funny! I'm sure he'll find him a nice little wife somewhere, but good luck with the whole "lets me do whatever I want part" I don't think wives are programmed that way. Although, if he finds one, let me know. Steve and I have been thinking we should chip in and get ourselves a wife, you know, for around the house. (hold the butt gas please)
Just visting from Suburban Oblivion. Your son is a riot! Great blog ... I'll definitely be back!
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