First things first, I'm as pleased as punch to have my mudroom featured over at Remodelaholic today. Thanks Cassity for the press!! Y'all hop on over and check it out.
Now, since I spent my day at the Master's tournament (*squeals with delight*) and haven't had a split second to write about it, I thought I'd share some random musings from the mouths of my babes gathered up over the last few months. Those two keep me in stitches with their terribly hysterical antics.
On wild behavior:
John: Let's drive Mommy crazy.
Cookie: Yeah. Crazy. Lamby fight you. Lamby is my henchmint. (read: henchmen)
John: Mooooommmmmyyyyyyy, you can run but you can't hide.
On cleaning up:
Me: John, pick up the rocket and carry it to the play room.
John: I'm carrying something already. (And then under his breath...) Do I look like an octopus?
On the weather:
John: Is there going to be a torpedo tonight?
Me: Hmmm... not sure how to answer that. I don't think so??
(After racking my brain for a good two hours I turn on the tv to find a TORNADO warning.)
(It's hailing outside...)
John: Oh hell.
Me: What did you say son?
John: Oh ha-il.
*try to control myself. try to control myself.*
On education:
John: Do I look like George Washington?
John: Did you know five plus five is ten and fifty plus fifty is one hundred? You just add on the zeros.
Me: That's great!
John: I know. Every time I flirt (I've yet to enlighten the PCP that it's actually called a "fart") I get smarter.
Me: Cookie, how old are you?
Whit: I twenty.
Me: No, you're three.
Whit: NO!! I ADULT.
*lawd help me*
On my old senior memory book:
John: Mommy, are those people from another world?
Me: Um, yes. It was called the nineteen-nineties.
On growing up:
Me: John, what do you want to be when you grow up?
John: A coach and a daddy.
Whit: I gonna be bigger. Big like daddy.
*awwwwwwwwww*
On coolness:
John: I'm the coolest kid.
Me: Yes, because I'm the coolest mommy.
John: No. You're not. You're the prettiest mommy.
* double awwwwwwwwwwww*
On playing hard to get (already):
(It's important to know that Ella is the cutest, smartest, sassiest gal in John's class. You know the kind...teacher's pet, ballet dancer, violin player, best manners and a teensy bit-ish know-it-all...and I mean that in the kindest possible manner. I'm only slightly green with envy over this girl.)
Me: I talked to Ella's mommy today. She wants to have us come swim in their pool when it warms up a bit!
John: (eyes as wide as saucers and a full on grin) Oh maaaaan!
Me: Sounds fun, huh?
John: (collecting himself) Weeeell, I've got to work like 500 hours a day. I've got to work on my Pokemon's and I've got to work on my catching. Oh, and I've got to Level Up so aliens don't invade the world. So, I don't know if we'll have time.
It's quite likely y'all didn't find these as humorous as I did. But bear with me, this little blog is also a journal of my life. And these are the kind of moments I don't want to forget :-)
xoxo
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