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The Things Kids Say
Do you ever feel like your life is sort of like a stand-up comedy bit? This morning I did, as I drove my 3 youngest sons and a brother and sister pair to school.

First, the children got to talking about eye color. The lone little girl in the car was evaluating the color of my youngest son’s eyes. For the record, his eyes are mega blue, but they must have looked different in the morning light because she said, “Well, your eyes look sort of blue and sort of green. Oh, I know, they’re nasal.” Nasal instead of hazel. What a hoot!

Then, we were passing by Grant’s Farm and they all got to debating the name for the moose that we were seeing. Son #3 was busy telling us all about how they were moose when #4 decided that they were something else, “I think that those are CarryBoo. Yep, definitely CarryBoo!”

We had just dropped my #3 son at school when my #4 son started reminiscing about the storm that we experienced on Saturday. That storm had quite an impact on him. He asked me, “Mom, do you remember that storm from the other day? All of the thunder and lightning and rain. Oh, and all that quail.” I asked him, “Honey, did you just say quail?” Yes. He did. I should have corrected him but was too busy imagining what it would have looked like if quail had been pelting down out of the sky instead of hail.

Finally, after we got back home, #4 son was trying to give one of his treasures to a little friend who came over to play this morning. She wasn’t interested (I don’t really blame her — most of his “treasures” are picked up off the side of the road.) He told her, “Please, take this treasure. You must. I exist.” I told him that yes, he did exist but that insist was the word here.

I should send these in to Reader’s Digest for the funny page. That is, if Reader’s Digest still insists — I mean exists.

Happy Monday, everybody!

The Things Kids Say
Do you ever feel like your life is sort of like a stand-up comedy bit? This morning I did, as I drove my 3 youngest sons and a brother and sister pair to school.

First, the children got to talking about eye color. The lone little girl in the car was evaluating the color of my youngest son’s eyes. For the record, his eyes are mega blue, but they must have looked different in the morning light because she said, “Well, your eyes look sort of blue and sort of green. Oh, I know, they’re nasal.” Nasal instead of hazel. What a hoot!

Then, we were passing by Grant’s Farm and they all got to debating the name for the moose that we were seeing. Son #3 was busy telling us all about how they were moose when #4 decided that they were something else, “I think that those are CarryBoo. Yep, definitely CarryBoo!”

We had just dropped my #3 son at school when my #4 son started reminiscing about the storm that we experienced on Saturday. That storm had quite an impact on him. He asked me, “Mom, do you remember that storm from the other day? All of the thunder and lightning and rain. Oh, and all that quail.” I asked him, “Honey, did you just say quail?” Yes. He did. I should have corrected him but was too busy imagining what it would have looked like if quail had been pelting down out of the sky instead of hail.

Finally, after we got back home, #4 son was trying to give one of his treasures to a little friend who came over to play this morning. She wasn’t interested (I don’t really blame her — most of his “treasures” are picked up off the side of the road.) He told her, “Please, take this treasure. You must. I exist.” I told him that yes, he did exist but that insist was the word here.

I should send these in to Reader’s Digest for the funny page. That is, if Reader’s Digest still insists — I mean exists.

Happy Monday, everybody!

The Things Kids Say
Do you ever feel like your life is sort of like a stand-up comedy bit? This morning I did, as I drove my 3 youngest sons and a brother and sister pair to school.

First, the children got to talking about eye color. The lone little girl in the car was evaluating the color of my youngest son’s eyes. For the record, his eyes are mega blue, but they must have looked different in the morning light because she said, “Well, your eyes look sort of blue and sort of green. Oh, I know, they’re nasal.” Nasal instead of hazel. What a hoot!

Then, we were passing by Grant’s Farm and they all got to debating the name for the moose that we were seeing. Son #3 was busy telling us all about how they were moose when #4 decided that they were something else, “I think that those are CarryBoo. Yep, definitely CarryBoo!”

We had just dropped my #3 son at school when my #4 son started reminiscing about the storm that we experienced on Saturday. That storm had quite an impact on him. He asked me, “Mom, do you remember that storm from the other day? All of the thunder and lightning and rain. Oh, and all that quail.” I asked him, “Honey, did you just say quail?” Yes. He did. I should have corrected him but was too busy imagining what it would have looked like if quail had been pelting down out of the sky instead of hail.

Finally, after we got back home, #4 son was trying to give one of his treasures to a little friend who came over to play this morning. She wasn’t interested (I don’t really blame her — most of his “treasures” are picked up off the side of the road.) He told her, “Please, take this treasure. You must. I exist.” I told him that yes, he did exist but that insist was the word here.

I should send these in to Reader’s Digest for the funny page. That is, if Reader’s Digest still insists — I mean exists.

Happy Monday, everybody!

Shyness…What’s That?
This last boy of mine. I tell you, he’s one of those people who’ve never met a stranger. There are no strangers in his world.

Recently, we were at the pet store picking up turtle food, and he nearly scared a lady to death. She was sitting in her car, waiting for someone to come out of the store. We were walking by on our way to our van when he said “Hey, lady, are you here to get food for your pets?” After she peeled herself off the ceiling of her car and recovered her power of speech, he and she had a nice conversation about animals in general and pets, too. They parted new friends.

So, I shouldn’t be surprised when he talks to everyone like he does.

Today, we had just entered the grocery store. I was forging ahead to the deli to get our weekend turkey and salami (for him, he claims to be a carnivorous bird/marsupial/velociraptor/mammal) when I heard him talking behind me. Now, just to illustrate the fearlessness, or you could say craziness, of my son, this man he was engaging in a conversation looked like a giant to me and I was standing 30 feet from him. We’re talking 6’8″ at least and hefty, too. My son was completely unconcerned about the stature of the man. He apparently had a very important question for this guy. He said, “Hey, what do you think about my NEW SHARP TEETH?” Then he pointed energetically as the giant bent over from his great height to check out my son’s new choppers.

Bless that man, he was trying not to laugh as he told my son that his teeth were indeed very nice and that they did look very sharp. He told my son that his new teeth looked like steak knives which pleased the little buster greatly.

These folks that I take out in public with me….they’re interesting.

Shyness…What’s That?
This last boy of mine. I tell you, he’s one of those people who’ve never met a stranger. There are no strangers in his world.

Recently, we were at the pet store picking up turtle food, and he nearly scared a lady to death. She was sitting in her car, waiting for someone to come out of the store. We were walking by on our way to our van when he said “Hey, lady, are you here to get food for your pets?” After she peeled herself off the ceiling of her car and recovered her power of speech, he and she had a nice conversation about animals in general and pets, too. They parted new friends.

So, I shouldn’t be surprised when he talks to everyone like he does.

Today, we had just entered the grocery store. I was forging ahead to the deli to get our weekend turkey and salami (for him, he claims to be a carnivorous bird/marsupial/velociraptor/mammal) when I heard him talking behind me. Now, just to illustrate the fearlessness, or you could say craziness, of my son, this man he was engaging in a conversation looked like a giant to me and I was standing 30 feet from him. We’re talking 6’8″ at least and hefty, too. My son was completely unconcerned about the stature of the man. He apparently had a very important question for this guy. He said, “Hey, what do you think about my NEW SHARP TEETH?” Then he pointed energetically as the giant bent over from his great height to check out my son’s new choppers.

Bless that man, he was trying not to laugh as he told my son that his teeth were indeed very nice and that they did look very sharp. He told my son that his new teeth looked like steak knives which pleased the little buster greatly.

These folks that I take out in public with me….they’re interesting.

Shyness…What’s That?
This last boy of mine. I tell you, he’s one of those people who’ve never met a stranger. There are no strangers in his world.

Recently, we were at the pet store picking up turtle food, and he nearly scared a lady to death. She was sitting in her car, waiting for someone to come out of the store. We were walking by on our way to our van when he said “Hey, lady, are you here to get food for your pets?” After she peeled herself off the ceiling of her car and recovered her power of speech, he and she had a nice conversation about animals in general and pets, too. They parted new friends.

So, I shouldn’t be surprised when he talks to everyone like he does.

Today, we had just entered the grocery store. I was forging ahead to the deli to get our weekend turkey and salami (for him, he claims to be a carnivorous bird/marsupial/velociraptor/mammal) when I heard him talking behind me. Now, just to illustrate the fearlessness, or you could say craziness, of my son, this man he was engaging in a conversation looked like a giant to me and I was standing 30 feet from him. We’re talking 6’8″ at least and hefty, too. My son was completely unconcerned about the stature of the man. He apparently had a very important question for this guy. He said, “Hey, what do you think about my NEW SHARP TEETH?” Then he pointed energetically as the giant bent over from his great height to check out my son’s new choppers.

Bless that man, he was trying not to laugh as he told my son that his teeth were indeed very nice and that they did look very sharp. He told my son that his new teeth looked like steak knives which pleased the little buster greatly.

These folks that I take out in public with me….they’re interesting.

Hope Child
Okay, here’s a song for your Thursday. It is called Hope Child from the band Free Energy.

There is a free mp3 of the song at HearYa so skeddaddle on over there and get one if you like the song.

Happy Thursday, y’all!

Hope Child
Okay, here’s a song for your Thursday. It is called Hope Child from the band Free Energy.

There is a free mp3 of the song at HearYa so skeddaddle on over there and get one if you like the song.

Happy Thursday, y’all!

Hope Child
Okay, here’s a song for your Thursday. It is called Hope Child from the band Free Energy.

There is a free mp3 of the song at HearYa so skeddaddle on over there and get one if you like the song.

Happy Thursday, y’all!

What’s What
This little child will let you know what is what.

For instance, he informed me that plain, glazed doughnuts are not called plain or regular or original or glazed. Nope, nope, nope.

“Those are the BALD doughnuts, Mom!”

Crazy little buster, because of him I’ll forever think of plain doughnuts as being bald. I forgot to ask him the designations of the other doughnuts in our assortment. There is no telling….

Also, tonight, when I talked back to a cheesy commercial that was on TV during the ball game, he patiently explained to me, in the way you explain to a toddler that the stove is hot, that,

“No, Mom. Listen, Mom, we can see and hear the people on TV. But they can’t hear or see us….do you get it? Mom????”
He really thought that I thought that the people on TV could hear me.

Oh, yes, he also achieved Buster-of-the-World status on Saturday when he made me a rabbit-eared bandit hat. Yes, it was very thoughtful of him. I’m sure I would have appreciated it even more had he waited for me to wake on Saturday morning before trying to put it on my head. That would have been good. But, it was sort of sweet that he was so excited that he couldn’t wait to see it on me.

Just roll with it, I say.