I made cookies one day. On a Saturday. About 45 minutes after they had beenout of the oven, Gary teased me for eating them all. "No, I didn't Gary. In fact, noone has eaten any."
Gary: "Well, there are no cookies on the counter."
Me: "huh?" I go to investigate. Sure enough the cookies are gone.
Then, in my head, I play back everything that had happened that morning and start laughing.
Gary, "Why are you laughing?"
I said, "Do you see a tupperware container anywhere around here? Maybe with some money in it?"
We both start looking. Gary hollers, "Yep, I've got one in the toy room. What's the connection?"
Me, "I do believe our innovative child, Austin has been quite jealous of the Girl Scouts, and wanted in on the action. I'm pretty sure he sold our cookies to all of the neighbors!"
I made another batch for us....and told Austin NOT to sell these! We also had a little conversation about selling items, raising money versus pocketing money!
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As I was walking through the living room one day, Austin looks up at me with a surprised look on his face and says, "Wow, Mommy! You look pretty. I thought you were Dad."
???
I mean where does one even start to unwind and understand that comment?
Does Gary dress up in my clothes when I'm not around?
Am I pretty in a manly facial hair sort of way?
20 minutes and a few less brain cells later, I had repieced the events according to Austin:
I had just stepped in front of Austin who was coloring on the floor (Not ON the floor, but on a piece a paper on the floor!). I was wearing a pair of black dansko-eque type of shoes. And he thought that the black shoes looked like Daddy's work shoes. When he looked up, he was surprised to see me and not Daddy (who wasn't even home at the time, btw!), then he thought I looked really retty (awww!) and THEN he shared with me that he thought I was Dad.
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One day after one too many heavy sighs, Logan grabs ahold of my hand and says, "Mom, is being a parent hardwork?"
I laughed, "Well, yes Logan. A lot of times it's pretty fun, but sometimes, well, a lot of times, it's kinda hard."
Loan: "Yeah, I know. I am soooo lucky to be a kid, huh?"
;-)
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My response to a request to jumping on the trampoline,
"No, honey, Mommy is tired."
What I heard back,
"Well, Austin is not."
;-)
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While laying down with Logan one night, after several minutes of quietness, he softly says,
"Evan's gonna be a Daddy soon."
Evan had just been home for Sping Break. His room is right next to the boys. I am immediately flooded with the thought that Logan had overheard some very disturbing conversation.
"Uh, yeah? Really? So, what makes you say that, Logan?"
Logan: "Because, Mommy. He is going to be done with college soon and so, the next thing to do is to become a daddy."
I breathe again. And then we discuss some other steps that Evan could pursue in between college and making a baby.
;-)
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Austin: "Hey, mom, can we go to Guatemala for my birthday?"
Me: "Uh, I don't know. That would be sort of hard to plan on such sort notice. Is there a particular reason you want to go to Guatemala?"
Austin: "Well, you said they had the best fruit in the world there. Remember? And it was all juicy and delicious. I would like some of that. So, can we go?"
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Logan: "Mom how do you spell xxxxxxxxx?" I spelled it out.
Logan: "Mom, how to you spell, Power Ranger Samurai online games?"
huh?
I looked over and saw Logan on my computer and on th einternet. The previous word he had asked me to spell was my computer log in! So, he had opened up my computer, typed in my password, got onto the internet and was looking for the Samurai game.
Lord only knows how he knew my password. I can think of only a handful of times I've said it out loud to Gary/Evan or Mason. Cah-razy!
Momma's got to stay on her toes!
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Logan comes flying into my bed one night, "MOMMA!!! Somebody peed in my bed."
Imagine that! Somebody breaking into our house, creepin up to Logan's bed and peeing in it while he was soundly sleeping. Some nerve!!
;-)
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