“Do you really think you are going to wear that?” “Was I supposed to bring that home?” “You weren’t going to eat that, were you?” “Are you sure you need this today?” “You washed my ___ last night, didn’t you?” “Can you write another check?”
“Evan, I am walking downstairs to put clothes in the dryer. Please behave.” “No. I gotta be BAD today.” I really wish his preschool had an opening in the three half days a week program. Two half days doesn’t seem like enough time to get the bad out of his system interact with peers.
“Moooom! Evan is running around the house covered with soap.” “How did he get soap all over himself when the bathtub is dry?” “Weeeell, he took off his clothes and climbed in the sink and he squirted soap on his back and then he smeared it everywhere.” “He put soap on his own back?” “Yes.” […]
Amy: “Evan, you stay out of my room or I will call the police and they’ll put you in jail.” Evan: “Mommmmy!” – – – – – – – – – – – – – Amy: “Where’s my penguin that was in the living room?’ Evan: “I called police and they put it in jail.” […]
Evan: “What’s text?” Amy: “That’s when you use your thumbs to write words on the phone.” Evan: “I get to press buttons?” Amy: “Yes.” Evan: “Can I do that now?” Amy: “If you got one.” Evan: racing out of the room “I gotta go find a phone.”
Barry: “The only thing she doesn’t blog about is her children sitting quietly.” Actually, there is an increasingly lengthy list of incidents, behaviors and observations that I haven’t been putting in writing. Since I know that everything I don’t write will rapidly be forgotten, I need to revert to journaling the good, bad and everything […]
Sarah is in Michigan this week and getting ready for a day at Cedar Point. This is the first time she has phoned me since she left. Sarah: “Guess what Mom?” Me: “What Sarah?” Sarah: “Michael Jackson just died.” Me: “Yes he did. Farrah Fawcett died this morning.” Sarah: “Who?”
Me: “Sarah, how many pages have you gotten done in your summer sketchbook so far?” Sarah: “I did a lot of other art stuff today.” Me: “Such as?” Sarah: “I decorated my sketch board.”
Me: “Tommy, do you want to spend the rest of your life just playing WoW in our basement?” Tommy: “I don’t think you want to know my answer.” Sarah: “I have NOTHING to wear. I HAVE to have new clothes.” Noah: “Umm, yeah, I didn’t tell you, but, I, umm, lost a part of my […]
Me: “Evan, you should close your eyes and rest.” Evan: “I can’t. I won’t be able to see.” He still talks with a lisp and has zero impulse control, but he sounds like a 4-year-old.