tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38477057.post3349565515202193173..comments2008-04-23T18:45:46.237-04:00Mrs. Schmittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14745072739050640143noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38477057.post-4142509158168834912008-04-23T18:45:00.000-04:002008-04-23T18:45:00.000-04:00Has to be his first man-period coming on. Who can not be in a good mood at Johny Rockets?slackermommyhttp://slacker-moms-r-us.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38477057.post-22369535036262827622008-04-23T14:57:00.000-04:002008-04-23T14:57:00.000-04:00Okay. I am sitting there reading and for some reason I thought that W was your husband. As I read more and more, I kept thinking, "Good hell...it is her freakin' birthday, guy, stop acting like a little kid..."<BR/><BR/>And then I figured it out and had to laugh.Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049511202014141182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38477057.post-81311936601557239462008-04-22T21:21:00.000-04:002008-04-22T21:21:00.000-04:00LOL! Been there!!!EEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15025777317455781050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38477057.post-89844047682748060912008-04-22T19:05:00.000-04:002008-04-22T19:05:00.000-04:00LMAO.<BR/><BR/>My grumpy Wise son (also 9) was moody for grandma last weekend. Arms folded, head shoved in them, doom and gloom. Why? Because he wasn't allowed to swim when it was windy & chilly!<BR/><BR/>Maybe we're long lost cousins or something. I hear you and understand you completely! I'm thinking of purchasing some Kotex for his bathroom....just in case!Day Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02287486337770132645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38477057.post-4670272897296620402008-04-22T14:27:00.000-04:002008-04-22T14:27:00.000-04:00heh. Poor kid. It's rough when your drinks talk to you. I hope you had a good birthday in spite of Mr. Crabby Pants.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13170131429639166827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38477057.post-87133545607936649882008-04-22T13:48:00.000-04:002008-04-22T13:48:00.000-04:00You better start checking his undies just in case cause... what a grouch!Zephrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04036187147036400140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38477057.post-48851061057927585562008-04-22T11:29:00.000-04:002008-04-22T11:29:00.000-04:00......happy birthday?<BR/><BR/>At least you got a giggle out of the situation. I'm usually the grumpy one with the kids making fun of me.Queen Goobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02579192188338877091noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38477057.post-82291570308356105592008-04-22T10:20:00.000-04:002008-04-22T10:20:00.000-04:00I have a twelve year old boy who would put any girl to shame in the moodiness department. Most days I just want to wring his neck. I am so sorry that you have to deal with it too. I find it really funny that he was so bugged about the lid.Bonniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09370681673591214131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38477057.post-50169831717104975742008-04-22T09:55:00.000-04:002008-04-22T09:55:00.000-04:00I love moments like that. Hunter will do that, not be happy with anything, and we just go on around him. It turns into a game in the end, who can make him crack a smile. Boo always wins.The Fritz Factshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05162992338469733361noreply@blogger.com