A few months ago the Boy had a sleepover at a friend’s house with 3 other boys. His friend’s dad was telling spy stories, and one of them involved the army.
Other kid A: “What does the army do again?”
Other kid B: “They fight to defend our freedom!”
My Boy, upset: “NO! They do NOT fight to defend our freedom!! They fight for oil! and natural resources!! The ACLU fights to defend our freedom!!”
Seriously, readers, I am not making this up. Eric takes this as a liberal parenting victory.
Disclaimer: When I asked the boy about this the other day, he had no idea what the ACLU was, but stood by his prior remarks regarding the army. Still, the source was a reliable one and I’m sure it happened that one time.
Girl, having a fit about practicing her violin.
In fairness, this was really my fault-she was too tired and it was bound to happen. I send her up to her room to calm down and say that I’ll be up to talk to her in a bit. I go up a few minutes later, and find her on her bed, leafing through “The MIlestones Project,” a book that has pictures of kids all around the world going through the same milestones–first lost tooth, sibling, etc.
She is sniffling as she turns the pages, and then says in a low growl, “All of these kids…they have a better life than me! I have a HORRIBLE life!!!”
A bit dramatic, are we?
Boy, shaking his head: I’ve just had too much death lately.
Me: What?! What do you mean?! Who died?
Boy: Well, there was a big battle. First, thunderpaw died, and then ravencat, and then whiskerface.
Me: Are you … talking about Warriors?
Boy: Yeah. Just too much death.
For the uninitiated, Warriors is a book series about a band of warrior cats. Yes, warrior cats. It is interminably dense.
Girl: Mommy, you can’t go to work anymore!
Me: Why not?
Girl: Because I will miss your big, fat, belly too much!
We then got into a belly comparison of who had the fatter belly. I still won.
Girl, having a fit, having been told to go to her room, top of her lungs: OKAY! YOU ANNOYINGPANTS!
The next morning, Eric says: Girl, remember last night when you were having your fit and you called your mom “Annoyingpants”?
Girl: I called BOTH of you Annoyingpants!
One night we went to the Mercury Cafe-the Boy’s guitar teacher’s band was playing. We got there early and the boy asked if he could go outside and run around a bit, to which I replied that no, it’s night time in a bad neighborhood so he needed to stay inside.
Ten minutes later, the girl asks: Are there hyenas here?
Me: No…there’s no hyenas around here. Why do you ask?
Girl: Well, you said it was a dangerous neighborhood, so I thought there must be hyenas!
I just love that in her mind, there is nothing that could make a neighborhood dangerous except hyenas. Of course.
Me, to half naked girl: Girl, go upstairs and put a shirt on!
She runs upstairs as fast as she can, then sprints downstairs. As soon as she hits the landing, she says: Fu-yoo! (her 2 syllable version of “phew!”) I made it!
Me: From what?
Girl: Oh, whenever I go upstairs to get something I pretend there are wolves there so I have to go fast and escape them.I escaped them this time!
And lastly, one morning the light was streaming through the blinds brightly, so I lowered them.
Girl: I HATE the sun!
Me: Oh, really? Well, then you must be a vampire.
Girl, dead serious, knitting her brow: You think I am a vampire? For real life? (side note: this is one of her favorite expressions these days, and I’ll be sad when she loses it. Instead of saying “for real,” she says this.)
Me: Yeah. I mean, if you don’t like the sun then you must be a vampire.
Girl: Mom, I would NEVER suck your blood.
She then leans over, clamps her little mouth onto my forearm for a moment, and then releases me.
Girl: See? I can’t suck your blood. I am not a vampire.
I guess that proves it. My daughter is NOT a vampire who has a horrible life and escapes wolves upstairs. My son has faced too much death lately and believes in the ACLU.