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Has anybody else noticed?

That Lisa Rosenberg is popular?

That her son makes incredibly deep conversation for a 4 year old?

It's not like I want to compare myself with her or anything because there's no way I could. But compare Bob's discussions regarding God, the nature of God, etc. and my boys (the girls stayed out of this one).

I made brownies. When I say "made brownies," I mean I opened the box and added water, oil, and egg. Against my directive, they helped themselves to them before they had properly cooled. My 5 year old brought me his plate with the squished up brownie and said, "Look Mom! It's brownie poo! Brownie poo! Brownie poo!"

Now he's running around with a bucket on his head and he keeps running into the wall.

The bright side is that I don't have to answer any hard questions (unless we go out in public).

Thank you, Bob.

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  1. CountessLaurieJune 6, 2010 at 4:53 PM

    And yet, you and Lisa are both amusing in your different ways :-)

    (Because brownie poo is funny!!)

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  2. M-CatJune 6, 2010 at 5:52 PM

    Brownie poo actually sounds good right now!

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  3. K A B L O O E YJune 6, 2010 at 6:58 PM

    Hey, we call that Bucket Head (TM) and it has it's own theme song. It's not exactly "Deep Thoughts with Bob" around our house either. Then again, I think God walks around grousing that he "wishes he said that" when he reads about Bob. Got to thank Lisa Rosenberg for directing me over to you, because I think I like it over here. And given the extensive list of your responsibilities and supermomishness that she related, I think it's just as well that you have light blogging duty this summer. I've already got Bob-envy to contend with, so this will give me time to adjust to your apparent awesomeness. Sigh. I really just typed "awesomeness," didn't I. Way to impress.

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  4. Jason, as himselfJune 6, 2010 at 9:27 PM

    I feel proud that I know Lisa Rosenberg personally! And. I am from Utah. Although I think I'm prouder that I know Lisa than I am that I am from Utah.

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  5. Lisa Page RosenbergJune 7, 2010 at 10:11 AM

    You guys are nice.
    And I hear that brownie poo is God's favorite kind of poo.
    Obviously.

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