Older Son (OS): YS, you're wearing a shirt with buttons! Younger Son (YS): No I'm not! (looks confused) OS: Yes, you are! You just can't see them because they're invisible. YS: (screams and takes off shirt)
Me: YS you need to walk down the stairs by yourself in the morning. You're getting too big for me to carry. YS: I not big, Mommy. I still little. I too little to play soccer. (We've been telling him that the age minimum for soccer is four).
Me: OS, are the kids nice on the school bus? OS: Yes, Mommy. Everyone's nice. Me: So there's no problems with spitting or pushing? OS: No. YS: What about kids running around on the bus. OS: (with a look of total annoyance and like I'm the world's biggest moron) Mommy, what did your listening ears just hear me say? Everyone is nice. What does that mean? It means that everyone is nice and no is running around, spitting or pushing!!!!
Me: YS, it's time to get ready for school. YS: I choose to stay at home. Me: That wasn't a choice option. Besides, your teacher will miss her little YS. YS: I am not her little YS! I your YS.
OS: YS, I'm eating Apple Jacks. YS: No you're not. OS: Yes I am. You just can't see then because they're invisible. YS: Mommy, I want Apple Jacks! Me: There are no Apple Jacks. YS: OS is eating Apple Jacks! Me: YS you can have Apple Jacks. Big Giraffe: (walks over with cupped hands holding nothing). Here's your Apple Jacks. OS: (looks impressed that we actually caught him at his own game.)
Professional Mom of two cats, a dog, an ant farm, and oh yeah...two boys: a 6 year old and a 3 year old. Also found in my house is my husband who is known on this blog as The Big Giraffe.
For those of us who didn't get an instruction manual with our babies and for whom parenting hasn't always gone as planned. On a more serious note this blog is about supporting a woman's ability to make her own choices about parenting including the choice, for whatever reason, to bottle feed her babies formula.
I love the funny things kids say!