Two nights ago, while I did weird dance moves and cleared the table, The Rock Star, who was still involved in attempting to finish his dinner, turned in his chair, looked at his father and in a matter-of-fact tone said, "Mommy is dramatic."
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Yesterday Garrett came downstairs, "Matthew bit me!" I took the stairs two at a time because my youngest has turned into a biter and I am less than thrilled about it. Matthew had already put himself in timeout so I figured he was guilty.
"Matthew, did you bite your brother?" I asked.
"No."
"Matthew," I said more sternly, "did you bite your brother?"
"No."
"I'm going to ask one more time. Did you bite your brother?"
He shook his violently, "NO!"
"Are you lying to me?" I questioned.
Without hesitating he nodded. "Yeah."
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I swam laps on Tuesday morning (and went back again today). I am so hopelessly, painfully, ridiculously out of swimming shape that I found myself lying on the floor of the kitchen on Tuesday night--too tired to continue sweeping. Or living. When Troy walked past I explained, "I'll just be down here for a minute. With my real friends."
"Your real friends?"
"The crumbs," I replied. "They don't care if I'm lazy and out of shape."
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Last night I packed up my swimming gear so that I could get up at 5:55 to be in the pool by 6:15. "Mom," The Rock Star said, "where are you going?"
"I'm not going anywhere," I replied.
"Then why did you pack your laptop?" He asked.
"I didn't pack a laptop."
He looked a little confused. "Yes you did." When I looked at him, bewildered, he patted his head and said, "You just packed your laptop. You know, that hat you wear when you swim laps."
Right. A swim cap. Also known to today's generation as a laptop.
OH man, I had just gotten back to the computer from a morning of lap swimming when I read your laptop story. HI-larious!
ReplyDeleteBahaha! Laptop. That's one I've never heard. Too cute.
ReplyDeleteSorry I couldn't swim with you this morning. I'm impressed you went anyway. :) My poor husband is trying to finish up all his work so we can leave for CA tomorrow, so he went back in around 9:30 last night and won't be home until dinner tonight. Sigh. See you in a few weeks after we've both enjoyed some time at home.
PS-Thanks for the playdate invite for today, but I'm being buried alive by laundry and duffel bags.
Haha! So funny! Long before blog-life I began recording special pages in my journals just for the witty and silly things that were uttered by my kids when they were little. They are treasures.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you are keeping a record of your treasures also. Will be fun to re-read years from now.
As you were lying on the kitchen floor, did it occur to you that Garrett's comment on you being dramatic might be true? :)
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