The kids are my main source of entertainment. I know that sounds lame, but for real, you can’t make up some of the stuff they say.
Case in point:
Yesterday we took the stupid dog to the dog park. On the way out another dog tried to get in our car. Not a big deal. The owner and I chatted about dogs while the twinkies got in their car seats. (Big milestone: They can snap themselves into the seats all by themselves. This makes my life about 25% more bearable.) When I got in the car Jackson and I had the following conversation.
“Mommy where does she live?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t know her, I just talked to her for a minute.”
“Well, we can follow her and then we will know where she lives.”
*I’ll let you know if he exhibits any other weird, stalker behaviors.
The twins have been on an Alaska train adventure with their grandparents. The twinkies miss them a lot. (I do too, but they hate it when I say that out loud) This afternoon I had this conversation with both Reese and Jackson.
“Mommy when will Sissy and John be home?”
“They come back tonight.”
“How many more sleeps?”
“TEN? Jackson! Ten more sleeps until Sissy and John come home!”
“No, not ten, none. NONE. No more sleeps”
That’s when I decided to just have beer for dinner.
Later in the evening after the twins and the grandparents were home we chatted about their trip. To say that my Dad is frugal about certain things is a gross understatement. When I was a kid we got charged for waste if we left food on our plate or left a light on.
I’m not making that up.
Anyway, I asked Taryn if she had spent all of her babysitting money on the trip. This is the conversation that followed.
“No, Mom (rolling eyes) I still have plenty left. I can tell you exactly what I bought.”
“Oh, yeah Bridget she bought these really fancy candies with gold wrappers, I couldn’t believe it!”
“They were chocolate coins and they were fifty cents Grandpa.”
I love that kid.