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While on our vacation at Mimi and Pop's house, I was attempting to get the kiddos (three of which were sharing a room ~ an arrangement NOT conducive to any actual sleeping) back into bed (again!) the following conversation ensued. . .
Jonah: "Mom, do crystals really exist?"
Me: (baffled) "Crystals? Yeah, Pop has tons of them." (Pop is an avid rock collector)
Jonah: "See guys! That means Light Sabers exist and so does Star Wars!" (Betcha didn't know light sabers got their power from crystals? Jonah is quite the Star Wars aficionado)
Me: (chuckling) "No, honey. Star Wars is a story someone made up."
Jonah: "No mom! It's real! It was just a long long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. It was in the time of the dinosaurs so now they're all extinct like the dinosaurs."
Kolbi: "Yeah, so now there's no evidence! Like, no bones and stuff! No one will ever find evidence that it's real!"
Me: (rolling eyes and walking out the door) "Good night guys!!"
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Aiden is talking to me from the backseat of the car . . .
Aiden: "Mom, I have a remote control that can make things big."
Me: "Really?!"
Aiden: "Yea, so if you want your legs or feet to get bigger, bigger, I can do that for you."
Me: (chuckling) "Thanks bud. I'll keep that in mind." (Geez, If my boats got any bigger, I could sink the Titanic! What I really wanted to know is if this this magic remote makes other body parts bigger . . . Hmmmm)
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This morning, at the kitchen table, we had yet another lovely mealtime conversation. It went a little something like this . . .
Zoe: (turning in her chair and glaring at Aiden) "No go poopy!" (I don't know where this came from but I can only guess he was bugging her about filling her shorts)
Aiden: "What did she say?"
Jonah: "She said, 'No go (whispering) p-o-o-p'."
Zoe: "Heh! Heh! Dat's POOP!"
Kids: (fall off their chairs laughing)
Really?! My baby knows how to spell poop! This certainly has to be a sign of genius?!
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Me: "Okay Zoe, time for ni-nights. Give Daddy kisses."
Zoe: "Okay. (she leans in for a kiss). (Points to my bedroom door and with the other hand lightly pushes dad towards it). It's ni-nights daddy!" (Then she wriggles out of my arms to go play)
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We were starting with lunch ~ Of course, my kids think they must have Whine with their lunch!
Kolbi: "Mom, while we're eating, can we listen to my C.D.?"
Jonah: "No! I want to watch a show!"
Kolbi: "No! I don't want to rotten my brain!"
Me: (chuckle)
Kolbi: "What? Dad says it rottens (rots) our brains!"
Jonah: "I don't care. I WANT to rotten my brain."
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While at the pool, Zoe spied with her little eye . . . a bug.
She climbed out of the water, toddled over to it, and STOMPED on the bug. Then she got down on all fours and proceeded to examine the bug up close. A wave of compassion must have come over her as she gazed down at the poor bug curled up in a fetal position. "Awwww!" She says, "Is baby. Tute (cute) baby!" Then she looks up at me, puts her finger up to her lips and says, "Ssss (shhh) mom. Baby seeping (sleeping)!"
Indeed, little bug killer, this bug sleeps the eternal sleep. Farewell baby bug! May your heaven be free of gigantic, chubby little feet!



