While driving through the city the other day we saw teenagers holding a car wash. The sign said, “For Prom!” My husband yelled out the window at them, “Don’t go to prom! Prom sucks!”
While being taunted by ThePrincess in her best “na na na na na” voice “Little girls are made of sugar. And spice. And everything nice.” The 2 older boys said, “Yeah? Well, boys are made of fire crackers and matchsticks!”
Upon awakening the other morning, ThePrincess said in succession, “Mama, when the baby comes out, will it be kinda… nekkid?” “Mama, why are you scared of clowns?” “Is Big Bird a boy or a girl?” “Mama, tell me about when I was born.”
While playing pretend electric guitar, TheMiddlest said to ThePrincess, “Do you think this pimps?!”
While watching tv the other day, talking about a character on a show, TheOldest said, “He looks like a bear… I said giraffe, but I meant to say zebra.”
While coming out of the 2 1/2 month sick stupor of first trimester I actually said, “When I’m not puking I’m the queen!”
While jumping on the trampoline TheOldest made up a game where he jumps across the trampoline and sings, “Dance to your Destination!”
At the end of a pretend band that the kids were performing for at the end of the night Daddy started singing, “Bedtime is just around the corner (said coh-ner, in honor of my Dad!), Take and put your instruments away.” We still sing it and it still brings about grumbles. If I could record that song I would.
Around Easter BigMan began asking, “Why God die, Mama?” And with every explanation, we were met with another, “Why God die?” At about the 25 in a row mark we began to answer him with, “Because He loves you so much.” Evidently he liked the tone and seriousness of our response because he continued to ask, “Why God die?” about 100 times a day for about a week. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of answering that question.
