Child #1 and I were holding a discussion about good choices and why we should always make them (a topic we discuss often and quite openly). He knows that if he makes good choices, he'll more than likely go to heaven...
Child #1: I guess it's easier to make good choices, huh, mom?
Me: Yup. Bad choices lead to bad consequences. Good choices, good consequences.
[He's heard that once or twice before, for SURE!]
Child #1: I guess it's better than going to Haiti.
Me: [utterly confused!] What!?!
Child #1: Well, that's where all the bad people are, isn't it?
Me: Um....no. There are LOTS of good people in Haiti. Lots of them.
Child #1: That's not what I heard!
Me: [more utterly confused] What are you talking about?
Child #1: In Greek mythology they talk about Haiti being the underworld and all the bad people get sent there.
Me: Um...no. That's Hades.
Child #1: Oh. Oh, yeah. Then what's Haiti?
Me: A country.
Child #1: Oh.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Juvenile Delinquent
After dropping of our son to a Young Men's activity, I received the following text.
"Goin 2 jail. see ya in the long run. lol"
My answer:
"Just so you know, Im not bailing you out...EVER! Have fun!"
"Goin 2 jail. see ya in the long run. lol"
My answer:
"Just so you know, Im not bailing you out...EVER! Have fun!"
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Squirrels...Again?
It happened again...
(for the original sleep-talking story, CLICK HERE)
Child #1 was nearly sound, sound asleep (as were WE for that matter) when he began hallucinating and hearing things. This time, it sounded like this:
Child #1: MOM! DAD! It's happening again!
Dad: What, son?
Child #1: I can hear it. It's singing this time!
Dad: What's singing?
Child #1: I hear music. It won't stop. I can hear music downstairs and footsteps.
Me: Does it sound British?
Child #1: Mom, really. Stop with the squirrel thing. This is real.
[Brief moment as we try to hear music as we listen to the complete and utter silence in the house.]
Me: Dear, I don't hear music.
Child #1: That's because it's coming from DOWNSTAIRS!
Me: 'kay, dear. I'm coming.
[Reluctantly pull myself out of bed and walk, or rather fumble, lethargically down the stairs as I'm secretly having visions of "Alvin and the Squirrels" (or whatever they are) singing inside my son's walls with a British accent.]
Child #1: Can you hear it now?
Me: Uh...no.
Child #1: I'm certain it's the All American Rejects. They're singing their songs. I can hear them.
Me: Good for you, dear.
Child #1: Are you mocking me?
Me: Never.
(for the original sleep-talking story, CLICK HERE)
Child #1 was nearly sound, sound asleep (as were WE for that matter) when he began hallucinating and hearing things. This time, it sounded like this:
Child #1: MOM! DAD! It's happening again!
Dad: What, son?
Child #1: I can hear it. It's singing this time!
Dad: What's singing?
Child #1: I hear music. It won't stop. I can hear music downstairs and footsteps.
Me: Does it sound British?
Child #1: Mom, really. Stop with the squirrel thing. This is real.
[Brief moment as we try to hear music as we listen to the complete and utter silence in the house.]
Me: Dear, I don't hear music.
Child #1: That's because it's coming from DOWNSTAIRS!
Me: 'kay, dear. I'm coming.
[Reluctantly pull myself out of bed and walk, or rather fumble, lethargically down the stairs as I'm secretly having visions of "Alvin and the Squirrels" (or whatever they are) singing inside my son's walls with a British accent.]
Child #1: Can you hear it now?
Me: Uh...no.
Child #1: I'm certain it's the All American Rejects. They're singing their songs. I can hear them.
Me: Good for you, dear.
Child #1: Are you mocking me?
Me: Never.
What Else Can Ya Say???
Child #3: Mom.
Me: Yup?
Child #3: The next time I meet a Tyrannosaurus wearing roller skates and a jet pack, I'm going to name him Megatron!
Me: You do that, son.
Child #3: 'kay.
Me: Yup?
Child #3: The next time I meet a Tyrannosaurus wearing roller skates and a jet pack, I'm going to name him Megatron!
Me: You do that, son.
Child #3: 'kay.
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