Sherrilyn Kenyon's Blog, page 4

WTF?

Thinking I need to take Bastian custody before you two scar him for life. You see where that leads, right? Poor kid.

Sim, get him to Kalosis and keep him away from Stryker and definitely Phyra- that #$$#$ is crazy. I’m sure Apollymi would relish time with her grandson. Or let Sav teach him surfing. I’d bring him here, but the last thing I need is for Ash to tear down my house.

Wonder if Seth would mind paying me back a favor…

Simi say…

Akri didn’t raise no fools. And the Simi say she going to not get in between two of you quality people when they be arguing about baby-akri’s clothing. Cause Simi say he’d be yummy either with clothes or without them. But then see, if the Simi were to eat the baby-akri, both you miss him. So the Simi is going to sit here and play with baby-akri on the floor and show him how to blow fire out of his nose until you two decide that we can eat all them yummy eggs Akra-Tory is hording in her closet. Or is it hoarding? The Simi get so confused with this messed up English language that we shouldn’t be using. Come to think of it, the Simi going to teach baby-akri Charonte cause it make sense and then we eat all them chocolate bunnies until we get tummy aches.

Bye-bye now.

No you didn’t…

I know Mr. High and Mighty Atlantean Being who mistakenly thinks he’s above reproach did not just come at me over my baby boy’s clothing…

Care to explain this one, Papa Smurf?

So I guess it’s okay for Bas to look like this when Eros visits on Valentine’s Day, but forget the farm look when we go to visit my family? Really?

Simi, we need to talk. And bring your hornay warmers for Bas. I think I’m going to let him wear them whenever he “changes.” He’s quite cute in them.

These are the moments…

When you look at your son and think, how is my boy supposed to grow up with any kind of self-esteem when his mom dresses him like this?

Tory, we really need to talk about this. I’m still cringing over the outfit she picked out for the Easter Egg Hunt. Maybe I should grab a bottle of BBQ sauce and let Simi have at the wardrobe.

Or at least the photos so that Bas won’t have to be tortured by them when he’s older. Makes me really glad I seriously predate photography.

Just saying…