My son has decided to become a self-taught balloon sculptor. Don’t ask…I just live here, I have no idea how this crap gets in their heads.
Xavier: “Mommmm! Caolinn just said my balloon flower looks like a penis!”
Me: “Ask her how she knows what a penis looks like.”
Xavier: (pause) “I’d rather die.”
27 thoughts on “Yet Another Art Medium In Which To Be Inappropriate.”
You’re little ones are too funny ^.^
Shhhhh, don’t tell them.
So what is it supposed to be?
A flower…mind out of the gutter, Callaghan!
Does it have locusts?
Q. What’s green and smells like Miss Piggy?
A. Kermit’s finger.
Ewwwww….still as gross as it was in 3rd grade.
Yep. It is.
So, of course, I just googled ‘balloon flower porn’ and I’m begging you not to follow suit. Just don’t.
5th entry down.
I won’t do it. I won’t. I’m not doing it. I…fuck.
That’s my girl.
That’s my instigator. 🙂
Spacurious, that was mean. Hilarious, but mean.
It’s 90% of why I love her.
Welcome to the dark side. It’s scary at first but in time you’ll learn to love it here.
And we have cookies!
Ahhh, kids… No living with them… No tying them up with duct tape and locking them in the attic… Wait… Did I say that out loud? 😀
Wait…I’m not allowed to do that!?
Well, you can… If you want a visit from DCF…
I said nothing. NOTHING!
I would too…rather die.
Lol. Men. 🙂
dildo…dorry I meant ditto.
Wait: A penis made of…rubber? Is that–what- metonymy squared? (Container for the thing contained sometimes by the container?)
Xavier should next learn how to make a balloon Do-Bee, and a Don’t-Bee for contrast, to help model proper supportive sisterly behavior for Caolin. He can work his way up to female versions of Goofus and Gallant. No doubt Caolin will appreciate his inflatable efforts to raise up her eternal soul.
Sigh…he probably is already working on it.