So much of what is fun about having kids isn’t the big events-it’s the little things that they say or do that can keep you in stitches. Don’t get me wrong, my kids can drive me batty at times and there are plenty of times I yell at them, but really there’s so much that just cracks me up.
Before I forget these I just want to keep a record of some of them so that we have a way to remember, so here’s a list of some of the recent ones, in no particular order. (sorry for the poor formatting, wordpress is a bit hampering that way)
Walking in from afterschool
Boy, pulling me aside: “Can I talk to you about something?” he says in a soft voice.
Me: “Of course, what is it?”
Boy: “Well, sometimes when I hit my sister, it takes her a long time to start crying. I’m really worried that the signals aren’t getting to her brain fast enough. Maybe you should take her to a doctor to get her checked out.”
Reading “Oh The Places You’ll Go” at bedtime with both kids:
Me: “…you can steer yourself any direction you choose!”
Girl: “That’s not true.”
Girl: “That’s not true for little kids. You have to steer youself where grownups tell you.”
Boy: “Yeah. At least until you’re 10, I think.”
Driving back from school
Eric: “Girl, what do you love most in the world?”
Girl: “My whoooole family. Even brother. Even you and mommy when you are being mean to me.”
Love triangles of the preschool set
Me: “Are you still friends with that little boy A?”
Girl: “Well, I not so much friends with A anymore. A was in love with me but I was in love with B. But then I got sad because B wasn’t in love with me but was in love with C. And then A was sad because I wasn’t in love with him. Now, no one is in love with me. That makes me sad.”
On choosing a travel destination
Boy: “Mom, can we not travel to China, ever?! Let’s just have good Chinese food when we go to Japan.”
Me: “Why not? “(ignoring the food comment)
Boy: “Because! They are friends with North Korea!! And you have to be very controlled in North Korea! It’s not like South Korea where you can be free. You need documents and government permission and can never leave.”
Fixing an injury
Girl, crying and crying in bed after bumping her knee: “Wahhhhh”
Me, coming over to comfort her, and leaning over to give her a hug.
Girl: “Waaahhhhh Waaa-Mom, are those new earrings? They are beautiful—Waaaahhhh”
Me, rolling my eyes at her clearly severe injury.
There are so, so many more and I wish I had time to write them all in when they happen and I want to get better about it. Now that they’re both older and really talking, it’s nearly constant.