Noah says:
“I have to be at school in two hours for a band performance. I need to wear my shirt that’s in the dirty laundry.” Start washer, shuffle plans and turn usual chaos up twenty degrees.
“I have to be at school in two hours for a band performance. I need to wear my shirt that’s in the dirty laundry.” Start washer, shuffle plans and turn usual chaos up twenty degrees.
“I don’t wanna swim in that lake. There might be sharks.” When we were young, my parents took us to a company owned cabin on Pickwick Lake several times each year. The best thing about the trip was the nickel slot machine and the roll of quarters each child was given to use or keep. […]
Sarah: “I made straight A’s on my report card.” Me: “Hooray! Good job!” Sarah: “Can I have my computer back now?” Me: “Is your room clean?” Sarah: “Which is more important?” Me: “Both.” Sarah: “Grrr.” Me: “Wednesday is Talk Like a Pirate Day.”
Me: “Do you have any homework?” Noah: “No.” Time passes. Noah: “After I finish my snack I hafta make a Sumerian mud house.” Me: “What? I thought you said you don’t have homework today.” Noah: “I forgot.” Me: “Do you need brown, red or gray clay?” Noah: “I don’t need clay. I’m gonna go dig […]
“This one time, at band camp…” And I fell on the floor laughing while Sarah protested. “What? It’s true. We were having a foot orgy.” Busy Mom has the same train of thought today.
“It means, no Evan.”
Noah: “Where is it?” Sarah: “Is that all? Can I go back to bed yet?” Tommy: “Cool. Can I go play WoW now?” Doug: insert long scientific lecture that sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher here
“Oh, look Mommy. Evan laid baby eggs. Are there babies in them?” Ew, ew, ew.
“Can I contact all my old teachers and doctors to tell them I’m really gonna graduate?” “Yeah, I need to apologize to her for being such a bad little kid.” “Am I gonna get a laptop for college?” Me: “No.” “Then I’ll go ahead and buy some more RAM.”
“Mommy, your booty has waves.” I know someone who won’t be getting a car for her sixteenth birthday.