Overheard... and a birthday, too
This afternoon in the car, Blessing #3 looks out the window and sees a big pile of dirt in a yard.
B#3: Moma, why is there a big pile of dirt on the sidewalk?
Monkey Moma: I don’t know. Maybe they are digging a hole or something.
B#3: Hmmm… you know what I’m going to invent when we get home? A dirt picker-upper.
MM: Oh really?
B#3: Yeah, so then people can pick up dirt.
MM: Do you mean like a vacuum cleaner?
B#3: No, I mean like a dirt picker-upper. And it’s going to have a tank and a long tube that sucks up the dirt and a switch to turn it off and on and it’ll plug in. And then I’ll dump the dirt from the tank into a bowl. Mom, do you have a bowl I can use for my invention?
MM: Do you mean like a trashcan?
B#3: No, I mean like a bowl. Then I’ll dump the dirt from the bowl into a trashcan.
B#3: Moma, why is there a big pile of dirt on the sidewalk?
Monkey Moma: I don’t know. Maybe they are digging a hole or something.
B#3: Hmmm… you know what I’m going to invent when we get home? A dirt picker-upper.
MM: Oh really?
B#3: Yeah, so then people can pick up dirt.
MM: Do you mean like a vacuum cleaner?
B#3: No, I mean like a dirt picker-upper. And it’s going to have a tank and a long tube that sucks up the dirt and a switch to turn it off and on and it’ll plug in. And then I’ll dump the dirt from the tank into a bowl. Mom, do you have a bowl I can use for my invention?
MM: Do you mean like a trashcan?
B#3: No, I mean like a bowl. Then I’ll dump the dirt from the bowl into a trashcan.
Recently we had just given B #1 a lesson on how, during matters of discipline, “correcting” her parents was disrespectful and that she didn’t need to get in the last word, didn’t need to fight over facts that aren’t up for interpretation anyway. “Especially,” I told her, “when you’re wrong.”
B#2, who was obviously eavesdropping, says, “Moma, Daddy... She wasn’t correcting you at all. She was actually incorrecting you.”
That got a laugh from the Hunky Monkey and the Monkey Moma. That was so clever that we now use it quite often, facetiously or not.
As in: Oh, don’t you even think about incorrecting me!
B#2, who was obviously eavesdropping, says, “Moma, Daddy... She wasn’t correcting you at all. She was actually incorrecting you.”
That got a laugh from the Hunky Monkey and the Monkey Moma. That was so clever that we now use it quite often, facetiously or not.
As in: Oh, don’t you even think about incorrecting me!
Before lunch, as he’s using the Windex to clean the sliding glass door, B#3 says: Oh, moma. I got some Windex on my hand. That should keep me nice and clean, shouldn’t it? That’s why I just wiped the rest of it on my head. To get the dirt off, you know.
B#4 had her fifth birthday Monday. After the biggies were all out of school, we went to the park and played… until it got too windy and cold. We ate dinner (she chose Nothing But Noodles- an especially good choice as Mondays are “kids eat free” night!) and had a chocolate kitty cake before bed.
And fortunately I realized- before anyone else noticed!- that I had accidentally put a 4 on the cake rather than a 5. I was able to correct it before the cake came out and we were singing "Happy Birthday." B#4 might've cried had she seen that I really did cancel her birthday so she wouldn't get any older!
And fortunately I realized- before anyone else noticed!- that I had accidentally put a 4 on the cake rather than a 5. I was able to correct it before the cake came out and we were singing "Happy Birthday." B#4 might've cried had she seen that I really did cancel her birthday so she wouldn't get any older!
by LaughterThoughts | 1:16 PM
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2 Comments:
Cracking up at all of that, but especially putting the wrong number on the cake. That's something I would do. Of course when it was my first child I would have been horrified at even the idea of doing something like that. LOL!
You're kids say the best things. I loved your conversation about the dirt picker-upper!
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