The other day my eldest son
informed me that I “hog chocolate.” I
neither confirm nor deny that observation.
While we were all
eating breakfast one morning T3 must have asked someone to refill his water
bottle:
Hubby – “We should install a giant hamster water bottle on
the wall for you boys so whenever you want a drink you can just go and drink
right out of it…. But I suppose people
would think we are strange.”
Me – “People already think we are strange.”
T1 - “Why? Is it because you won’t let me have a pet cobra? (What??? Where did that come from?
Later I found out that hubby had told T1 that when he was an adult he
could have a pet cobra but his mom probably wouldn’t visit him very much. Sighh……)
T3 – “Yeah, he would need his
driver’s license to get one. Right, mom?”
This morning T3 handed me his play-away stories from the library to adjust the headphones.
T3 – “If I listen to earphones
too loud my ears will get plugged up and only the Lord could heal me, right?”
And after asking Thing
2 for the zillionth time not to goof off in the parking lot (he looked like he
was doing some spastic dance, when in explanation he was trying to only step on
the shiny things…oh, okay).
T2 – “Yeah cause if I got hit by a car I would die and you
would be sad.”
Me- “Yes, I would be very sad to live the rest of my life
without you. But I would be happy for
you to be in heaven with Jesus. Heaven
is way better than earth. But I do hope that I die before you, son.”
T2 – “Yeah, me too.
(long pause) Whoops, I blew it again. I’m not supposed to say I hope you
die first.”
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