You are Boy-Trapped if: You have little plastic army guys guarding your fireplace. Your decorative pillows are more often part of a fort than ambiance. There is always a little boy voice on the other side of the bathroom door. Every time you settle down to read your Bible there is a boy in your lap. Every surface in your house is covered in lego fortresses...and you wouldn't have it any other way!
Wednesday, February 6, 2019
Funny Things
This is my place to record so I can remember some of the funny things my Things do that make me smile.
After reading the email inviting Thing 1 into the highschool program we were all hoping for, he immediatley asked if he could go back to the store to buy that Yeti for the hot chocolate machine they have. I think that feature was at the top of his list of pros for that particular school. That and he can still be home by 2 every day. :) I'll take it - and all the time he can still be at home with us...they time is going by way too fast.
While on a tour at the Glen the guide asked Thing 3 (age 9.5): "And why do you think the sidewalk ends here?"
T3 paused a moment and then replied, "I don't know. Maybe it is the beginning."
Last night while watching live tv - a rare occasion around here while Mountain Men is free on Amazon - an actual commercial came on TV. It happened to be for incontinence undergarments (another reason to stick with streaming). It actually showed a woman in these disposable underpants and T3 exclaimed, "Why would they do that?!" in grossed-out-little-boy-shock. (It really wasn't pretty). I giggled at his response and then he added, "Seriously, they could have used a dummy!" By then I was practically ROTF. Hopefully the internet will be back up and running tonight so we can be safe from depends commercials.
A few weeks ago I bought a spiralizer while running errands with two of my Things. T2 (age 12.5) exclaimed as he saw the box, "What is that?!" "Gross!" "Delicious! Ha! I doubt it!" "Mooooooom! We DO NOT have to eat this DO WE?!!!" And on and on he went. And the slightly naughty side of me just kept quiet and smiled and let him believe that zuccinni noodles were in his near future. A mom of three boys has to get her kicks where she can.
Awhile ago when my parents were visiting T3 (age 8 then) hollered up the stairs, "Mom, grandpa wants you to come here. And you'd better listen because he is your Dad!"
On the way to church:
T2 (11) - "Something smells like chips." Turning to T3, "Your pants smell like sour cream and onion potato chips."
T3 - They do not!
T2 - Do Too!
T3 - Do NOT!
Loooonngggg sighhhhh from the front seat. And they wonder why I won't volunteer anymore in their Sunday school classes...
Picking up boys from the pool I asked how things went. "They told us we can't throw T3 around for exercise anymore."
😳
Me: It's National Coffee Day!
T3: It is?! Can I stay home from school?!?!
Me - LOL. He knows how I roll.
I wonder if that Yeti comes in pink....
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