We've been playing the "thinking game" in the i.e., "I'm thinking of something soft and white and it floats in the sky". Two year old children don't completely "get" the game, but it's fun when they chime in. Two year old, "I'm thinking of a helicopter and an airplane. What you think it is?" Me: "Um, an airplane?" Two year old in a tone that sounds like, "you're such an idiot" says, "No! A helicopter!" Hey, it was a 50/50 shot. :-)
Me to 2 year old: "What is your favorite kind of muffin, chocolate chip or blueberry?" 2 Year old: "Um, a doughnut."
My 2 year old was getting down from the table and leaving her blueberry muffin behind. I thought to myself, "The top of that muffin is MINE!". As she was climbing down she stopped and looked up at me and said, "Don't eat MY MUFFIN!" How the heck did she know that's what I was thinking? She's a smart and crafty one that one!
We were driving on the highway and "K" was screaming and crying, as usual. We passed a State Trouper and I jokingly (but wishing I was serious at the time) said, "K, that police man said there is so screaming and crying and if you don't stop he's going to put you in jail."
Kate said, "No he's not."I said, "Yes he is, he said there is no yelling and if you yell you go to jail."
Brian: "Mom, you know that's not true."
Me "It is, right to jail for Kelly."
Brian (In his most serious Man voice): " Mom, it's VERY simple - the police man is NOT going to put Kelly in jail. Mom (pause) Not all your jokes are funny (pause) or true."
I called Jeff to tell him the story and after I told him that Brian had said, "Mom, not all your jokes are funny" I hear Brian yell from the back seat, "Mom, that's NOT what I said, I said, all your jokes are NOT funny."
Whatever. :-)
Kate: "Mom, Brian was laughing at me to make me fun"
me: (trying not to laugh) - "Brian, tell Kate you're sorry"
Kate: "Good thing we have feet and legs so that we can can into the house. Yup, good thing God gave us feet and legs and hands and arms and a head and hair"
I just came out of the bathroom with a mud mask on my face and Brian looked up at me and part laughing/part freaked said, "Mom, I don't think that's a very good face for you." I said, "This is a mud mask, I use it to help my face be fresh and clean," and he said with a chuckle, "well, it doesn't look very clean right now."
Little people keep calling, "Mom! Mom!", but I'm just going to ignore it. I mean it could be ANY mom. There are like a billion "Moms" in this world! However, we ARE in my own home so it probably is ME they're calling.
"K" is not destined to be a surgeon. She just finished beating the crap out of Winnie the Pooh's stomach with a plastic mallet. When she finished with his tummy she took some toy pliers to his eyes and nose. Ouch!
"K" just told me to "leave me alone" as she crept underneath the kitchen table and then surrounded herself with chairs. Usually when she says, "leave me alone" it's because she has some "potty" business to attend to. After a few minutes I peaked underneath the table. That little shrimp had markers and was coloring herself and the floor!
"K" just went into my purse, took out a tampon and then said "Sorry Mom" as she walked by me heading down the hallway - thus proving she KNOWS she's doing something wrong but is doing it ANYWAY!!!
Today I told "K" it was a windy day. She replied, "It not windy, it fine. And it small. And it big."
While sharing a tender moment with "K" today she was gently patting my face and then said, "You're a good boy." Not sure if she's gender confused or just thinks I'm my parent's dog.
At dinner tonight Jeff gave "K" some scrambled eggs and she looked at them and said, "I almost like it." Well I guess "I almost" is better than "I don't."
"K" was just walking up the porch stairs and when she got to the top she said, "What a heck?! Hold on Mom." At this time she picked up a piece of sidewalk chalk, inspected it, and then threw it down to the ground, to which I say, "What a heck?!"
I just finished telling (it was more like an instruction session) my 4 year old that's it's *okay* to hit her little sister. Never in a million years would I have ever thought I would be teaching one of my kids when it's *appropriate* to hit a sibling back! At the end of the day the big sister has to learn how to stick up for herself and fight back when the little sister has been repeatedly told by the big sister, "no" and "stop hitting"! I say, "If you've told her no and she hits you again, HIT BACK!" I'm probably going to regret this.
"K" wanted to put her dress on "by Iself" so I let her. First she put it on upside down and it fell right to the floor. When it fell she said, "Oh, it no problem." Then she put it on and it was inside out and so she took it off and fixed it. Then she put it on and it was backwards (she refused any help, by the way) and she said, "Oh, it upside down." She took it off, turned it around and put it back on correctly.
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