We just parked the car for an oil change and walked next door for lunch. While sitting and eating by a big window...
DCG- "Somebody just stole your car!" She said in shock with wide eyes. Then something sunk in and "My Minnie Mouse is in there!" Tears forming!
Me- "It's ok DCG, the guy is going to change our oil and clean the inside for us, he won't touch your Minnie."
DCG age 2 came over to me with an empty cool whip containter (we use them for play) and said with a big grin, "Dessert!"
Me: Oh, you brought me some dessert?
DCG nodding: Dinner
Me:It's dinner? Thank you.
DCG: Lunch, Daddy's lunch.
At that point, her dad arrived for pick up, so I was saved coming up with a response. But I'm pretty sure her next reply would have been "breakfast." ::
I got to a page and misread it upside down. Dc kid laughed I re read that page over and over. It was supposed to say "scarfing " I said Happiness is scaring junk food.
I can't tell you how funny it was tonight when my 3 year old (sassy!) dcg was talking about "Chucky"...this little thing talks so fast & has so much sass, I couldn't understand what she was saying. I kept asking her questions about it, trying to figure out what the heck she was talking about. My son & I both just looked at each other like, "No way they let a 3 year old watch the movie Chucky!!" (Remember the scary doll??)
Anyway, by the end of it, SHE looked at US like WE were crazy & said, "Chuck E. Cheese!" Duh!! :: ::
Tonight my son(3) storms past me to the bathroom, I go in there to check on him because usually if he's running he will have a little streak in his undies I say "any poop in the underware?" He says "technically no!" All I could do is laugh! "Technically" REALLY!
Dck: "This is my fort. It's only for kids. NO ADULTS ALLOWED!"
Me: "Oh, okay." *start walking away*
Dck: "Hey! Where are you going? I said no ADULTS. You can come in!"
2. Sitting at the table having snack.
Dck: "Your mom is old."
Me: *raised eyebrows*
Dck: "I know that because she has lots of folds in her face. If you have lots of folds in your face it means you're old." *stares at me for a minute* "You're just a little bit old because you just have a little bit of folds in your face."
3. Baby wanted in the kitchen while I was preparing snack. Baby didn't get to come in the kitchen. Baby proceeded to show her dislike by throwing herself backwards onto the floor, arching her back, and screaming bloody murder.
School ager pokes her head around the corner, watches baby for a moment, then says-in a very nonchalent way-"impressive." Before turning her attention back to the book she was reading.
It was a couple of weeks ago now, but this one still tickles me: I said to dcg2 "Let's go potty before we go outside". She put one foot forward on the floor and said "Nope! I'll go in my pull-ups right now! Lets go!"
Today her Dad dropped her off and she scooted right into the playroom while he and I chatted for a minute. He went off to work but returned about ten minutes later. He forgot to kiss her goodbye! Melted my heart right there
I have my cell phone (old trac phone) charging up on the counter. As I'm cleaning up from breakfast one child comes up to me, points to the phone and says "I want to play with the phone." I told her she couldn't play with that phone as it's not a toy. She gives me a crazy look and says "THAT is not a real phone! That is a toy phone!"
Time to upgrade!::
We were outside this morning, running around and getting the wiggles out. I have a precious, yet headstrong 2 1/2 year old DCG who was trying to take a ball out of my littlest DCB's hands. I went over and said to the DCG, "we have to share the toys. If you can't share, you will need to come sit in time out. Can you share?"
She looked up at me with her huge blue eyes, shook her beautiful blond hair, sighed, and said, "I don't fink so." So, she joined me on the bench, where I was trying to hide my giggles from her! ::
She had poop coming out of the back of her pants and she scooped some up on her finger and was showing my dh... this was at 7 a.m.
It's going to be a great day! ::::::
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