Today I thought I'd give a little shoutout to the Julian. He's 12. He's tall. He's lanky. He's funny. He's weird. He's moody. He's growing up. He's 12.
One thing about him is he says the most bizarre stuff i don't even know what to do with it. Mostly completely out of the blue. Think "conversation starters that really are not." Oh that I could get a glimpse of what goes on in his brain. I'm not sure I could handle it, to be honest. I can hardly handle the random bits like a spitting firework from the cerebral maelstrom that are released when we are together. I started recording the things he tells me out of the blue to give myself a sense of control in a world full of chaos. It's my art. And so is he. Here are a few that have happened in recent days, along with a few pictures when I told him I wanted to take his picture and to "be serious" after which he complied with no questions. It's for a hilarious Christmas present I might need to share on here later.
"The lid of reactor 4 in Chernobyl..."
"There are more bottles of bourbon in Kentucky than there are people." Except it said it "bore-bon." Heh heh heh.
"I think a [name of some foreign vehicle] looks like a cross between an Arctic exploration vehicle and a tank."
"If I was a professional burpist I'd want to have buttons installed on my neck so I could play myself."
And a couple more just for handsomeness' sake.
|mommy's little death eater|
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