Per Dictionary.com:
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According to the dictionary, my children are terrorists. They are scary. They are frightening. They can cause anxiety. They use intimidation. They try to coerce. At times, they are especially annoying or unpleasant.
They cause me and my husband to be frantic.
According to the dictionary, my children are also bombers. They set bombs. They create bombs. They drop bombs.
The bombs come in the form of cups of milk. They are also muddy shoes, homework, black eyes, hermit crabs, and anything else you could possibly use to drive (otherwise sane) people mad.
Use your imagination.
They do.
I understand why this language will not appeal to everyone. I've gotta say, though, if we let one group or another define our words for us, then they've already beat us. I'm not going to let anyone take over a word or two from the dictionary, as if they are the best at it.
My kids are really, really good terrorists. They are really good bombers. If you are offended by this, then my blog is not for you. If you think it's funny, then strap yourself in and enjoy the ride. You can probably relate because you have your own terrorist(s) at home.
Maybe one of my kids should be pictured next to one of the definitions.
This is Jesse from last night, angry at his first black eye. Why angry? Terrorist #1 dropped a scooter. On his face. Yeah. You heard right.
I just wish I could have seen his teacher's face when he told her that this morning.
Oh, and yes, the bruise is darker and puffier today.
For the record, my terrorists only terrorize me and my husband. They like to keep it local. To others, the are perfect little saints and well-behaved. Although annoying, I guess it's better than acting like they do at home.
So, no need to flag us, FBI, NSA, or CIA.
...unless you are worried about a little spilled milk.
Say a prayer for me,
Kristin
P.S. We don't negotiate with terrorists, either.
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