The Boy: 6 years of Catholic school negated by 2 years of public school:
The Girl, throwing her arms around my neck to give me a hug: “Ahhhh…. You smell like a mom…. overworked & under-acknowledged.”
I’m in a bitter battle with The Ex over MoviePop – an online game where you have to guess what movie the clip is from. He’s really good at it. I’m… not.
The Boy walked past the computer as I was playing one day & saw his dad’s picture as my opponent. “You’re playing dad? And the category is ‘Romance’? Didn’t he get you like half a bagel for your anniversary one year? I think you got this one.”
Dear Readers: The Ex never actually got me half a bagel for our anniversary. I promise.
It was a whole bagel.
With cream cheese.
The Kids & I love this song & we’ve pretty much nailed the hand claps.
The Boy: “Is this from the 80s?”
Me: “No but it sounds like it could be from the 70s.”
The Boy: “There was a 70s?!”
The Kids & I have been watching the Winter Olympics from Sochi, Russia. During the opening ceremonies & throughout the games, whenever they’ve shown Russian President Vladimir Putin, The Girl has noted the stern look he always has on his face. “Seems like it will be a cold day in Hades when he smiles.” (Her Catholic upbringing makes her cringe at the word “hell.”)
During a piece on the Russian Figure Skating Team who won Gold, Putin was shown hugging one of the figure skaters & a brief smile crossed his face. In a quiet voice from the other end of the couch, I heard The Girl: “Hades better get a sweater.”
Laser Khet is a game that involves moving mirrored pieces to direct your laser until it hits your opponent’s Pharaoh. As I was playing with The Boy, I realized he had caught onto my strategy so I was taking a moment to see if I could figure out what his next move was going to be.
Apparently I was taking too long.
The Boy: “Go on… Make your move. Nothing going on here. Typical Tuesday… maybe I’ll get a cookie… perhaps a taco…. Go on.”
The Girl turns 13 today at 11:29 pm. According to her, to commemorate the exact moment when she becomes a teenager, she will burst into my bedroom shouting: “OMG! I’m a teenager! Clothes & nail polish & boys & acne & where’s my phone & take me to the mall so I can meet my friends & unicorns are sooooo preteen… it’s all about the pegasus now! YOLO!!”
It’s going to be a long seven years. Happy Birthday, Lou!
The Boy’s Best Friend, Harry: “You don’t have to tell me but what’s your favorite Minecraft tool?”
The Boy: “Of course I’ll tell you. You’re my best friend. I tell you everything. Except if I have a wart or something. That would just be gross.”
The Boy, in the car: “Can we go to McDonald’s?”
Me: “I don’t have any money with me, Bud.”
The Boy: “I have $20 in my jacket.”
Me, after he hands me the $20: “This feels brand new. Did you just print this?”
The Boy: “No! What do you think I would be illegal & just print up my own batch of $20 bills so I would have tons of money for Legos & an Xbox…. actually… that does kind of sound like me.”