Thursday, March 25, 2010

In case that last post wasn't nasty enough

One of my smaller children, whom I shall not name, informed the DaddyMan tonight, "My sister's tongue tastes different than the dog's."


Tuesday, March 23, 2010

I cannot top this.

Seriously, nothing I can say today will top what Erica's children did.

(please swallow whatever you're eating, before clicking this link. Consider yourself warned.)

Erica's post about Training Daughters

Friday, March 19, 2010

I'm raising pyros

It's been beautiful and sunny here this week. To my children, that means it's time to ask repeatedly if they can wear capris (no), go barefoot (no), or play with magnifying glasses (yes).

Yesterday, A and G were busy at work trying to burn things up on the patio. A came in and asked for a birthday candle. Um, no.

She came back a few minutes later and told me about the book she's reading. In it, the boy uses his hatchet to strike a rock to make a spark and start a fire. She wanted to know if we had something metal she could use to hit the bricks of the patio with. Our conversation went something like this:

"Butter knife?"
"Sharp knife?"

So she disappeared for a few more minutes. Very shortly, she came back.
"Mom, where's your hairspray?"
"Isn't it flammable?"
"It isn't?? I thought it was."
"It is, that's why you can't have it!"
"Oh. Can I have some cooking oil? It's flammable, right??"

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Igpay Atinlay, anyone?

When the girls were small and we wanted to talk without them knowing what we were talking about, the DaddyMan and I simply spelled things to each other. Okay, mostly I spelled to him and he'd blurt it out, just to bug me. But on occasion, we could spell things and get around the little eavesdroppers.

Now, they can spell. We've had to change our strategy a bit. I've switched to Pig Latin and it's making them NUTS! I love it!

Tonight at dinner, the DaddyMan and I were tossing words at each other because they were clueless. M's convinced it's either Spanish or French, A's wants to know what country this language is spoken in and G decided to just start spelling everything she wanted to say.

The only pitfall of our perfect little system was when the DaddyMan called me something slightly less than nice. I corrected his pronunciation and said it back. G repeated it. Perfectly. Oops. Let's hope she forgets that word before she gets a grasp of Pig Latin or I'm gonna be in BIG trouble.

Monday, March 1, 2010

I probably shouldn't laugh

Our church has a reward system in Sunday School. If you say your Bible verse for the week, you earn some points. If you participate in the discussion, you earn some points. If you say ALL the books of the Bible, you earn a LOT of points.

G's already said the books of the Bible and gotten her points. Yesterday she went to Sunday School during a different hour and therefore had a different teacher. She tried to convince that teacher that she should be allowed to say the books of the Bible and earn more points.

The teacher happens to be a friend of mine. She knows my child and knew she's already earned those points. So, she told G that the only way she could earn more points for the books of the Bible was to say them backwords or learn to spell them all correctly.

So, Miss G, turned around with her back to the teacher and proceded to say the books of the Bible. Yep, that's right....she said them backwards.