Boy Joy

Got to take the boy school shopping today, senior year. Damn where did the time go? Sigh. Sniff.

At any rate, shopping with him is like shopping with 10 pms'ing teenage girls who think they're 300 lbs overweight. 

Allow me to explain through such quotes:

"Is this a nipple shirt? I don't like my nipples showing. I want to get them cut off"

"Does this hug my junk?"

"I need a different pair of shoes, these new ones you got me don't match these pants"

"I can't wear these, I have no butt, I need a butt"

"I'm known for my book bags, I MUST have one for the first day or I'm just not going"

Though the comments didn't end there, us mothers have this super power called "tuning out your kid"... I'm a master at this.  Plus I was only there as the walking ATM. The girlfriend has replaced me as the "opinion" so for sanity breaks I ventured to Vicky's to fondle some bras that I wish looked as sexy on me as they do on the plastic chick in the window. Which brings me back to the reason I need super uber padded bras... thanks for the saggage kid.

He also tries to convince me that things such as hats & wallets are requirements for a new year at school. Or that he NEEDS another belt though I've bought him at least 5 in the past 2 years only to see what his daily undergarment choice is. YOU DON'T WEAR THEM!! Plus we bought boxers with weiners (aka hot dogs) so that I could at least enjoy seeing his u-trough. 

Added bonus right here when you get to witness serious discussions between your son, who will always be innocent in my eyes, and his adorably voluptuous girlfriend about which boxers SHE thinks he should get. I swear I was just having the same conversation with him about Underoos just last week. Sigh. Sniff. 

All in all we all survived. My bank account, my sanity and his girlfriend even after she discussed how she wants to get the Depo shot because she forgets to take her pill.

This was my expression (minus the botox)

Ahh good times.