We went to Arizona for Thanksgiving to visit KK. At the Phoenix airport waiting for our flight home, The Boy observed: “What kind of airport has carpet with pictures of planes flying over hurricanes? Way to go, Phoenix.”
Me, as this song comes on the radio: “I used to think this song was so sweet, but it’s actually kind of sad.”
The Girl: “Mom… In happiness, we hear the music. In sadness, we listen to the lyrics.”
The Boy: “I’m not having kids when I get older.”
The Boy’s buddy, Tyler: “Why not? Don’t you want to add another useful person to the world?
The Boy: “Not everyone who’s born is useful. Look at Obama.”
Me, emptying The Boy’s laundry basket: “Why are there so many clothes in here? I just emptied this two days ago.”
The Boy: “I like to change my clothes when I get home from school.”
Me: “So you take off sweatpants & a t-shirt & put on sweatpants & a t-shirt?”
The Boy: “Yeah. I don’t want to smell like chalk & despair & crushed dreams.”
The Girl smacked her head into the concrete wall of the pool at swim practice. Hard. It’s what happens when you get distracted & don’t count your strokes. Concerned she might have a concussion, her coach told me to keep an eye on her.
Me, looking up symptoms of a concussion while The Boy lingers nearby: “Let’s see… Headache? No. Dizziness? A little. Sluggishness….?”
The Boy, eyeing his sister lounging in her big comfy chair: “How could we tell?”