I nodded off on the couch after dinner. Don’t judge. It’s been a long week already & it’s only Tuesday. I felt someone climb onto the couch with me & opened my eyes to see The Boy’s face mere inches from mine.
He looked at me without blinking & declared:
“I. Am. Everywhere.”
before rolling off the couch & scurrying away.
The Boy is waiting for a package from England. Not very patiently, I might add…
The Boy, the instant I walk into the extended day program at school to pick them up: “Did my package get here yet?”
Me: “No buddy. It’s coming from England. It’s going to take a while.”
The Boy: “It just has to get on a plane & it can be here in a few hours.”
Me: “It’s a package. It can’t just get on a regular plane like we would take.”
The Boy: “That would be cool if it could… Little box sitting in the seat….”
The Girl, doing her best flight attendant impersonation: “Can I get you some packing peanuts?”
I’m going to say it again, Kids. The name of the Russian spy in the Indiana Jones movie & subsequent Lego video game is “Irina,” not “Uranus.” Thus, when you’re playing the game, the phrase, “Give me the whip, I want to whip Uranus” is not appropriate.
The Kids, jumping up & down, celebrating St. Patrick’s Day: “Yea! We’re Irish!”
Me: “And Italian.”
the Kids: “Yea! We’re Irish… and Italian!”
The Boy: “Mom! Come here!”
Me: “I’ll be right there, buddy.”
The Boy: “Could you make it fast? Like a chicken on wheels!”
I love it when I say to The Kids, “How many times have I told you….?” and they try to come up with an answer.
The Boy: “Um…4?”
The Girl: “Is it 18?”
The Boy: “Who won?”