Just a little break from the seriousness of your day to inject a little silly from our neck of the woods. I know if I don’t write these things down, I’ll never remember them.
Cuddled up in bed with the eldest this week, and this was our conversation:
Me: What are you most excited about when school starts?
E: I’m not excited about school starting. But I am excited about McJastics.
Me: McJastics? (We both start laughing.) Is that gymnastics performed at McDonald’s?
E: (Laughing a lot now…) Yes it is. It’s on Westheimer.
(Everyone from Houston is cracking up with me. Westheimer is a major street near my house.)
Last week, the kids were down at the dock of the bayou house with dad and grandfather. They had caught an alligator the night before while fishing, and it broke the line (and caused me major heart failure). The baby had decided to stay longer that week with grandfather when we went home:
Grandfather: What do you want to do this week? Go fishing for alligators?
B: Yes, we’re going to catch that little alligator and bring him in. But not while mom is around. She won’t let me.
Me (walking up): Morning boys.
B: Oh darn, there’s mom.
Grandfather: That’s okay, she didn’t hear us.
Little lady stayed at the farm by herself before the boys did. I called her after her first day solo:
Me: Hey bug, I miss you.
L: Hi mom. Miss you too (breezily).
Me: You having fun?
L: Yes, I’m having so much fun. I love gumbo. I’ve eaten it for every meal. It’s so much more fun here without the boys.
(Lady needs some space to spread her wings.)
This was the baby’s very one sided conversation with me when he was describing an injustice dealt him:
B: Somebody was mean to me today.
His name isn’t somebody.
Let’s just call him somebody.
Well, let’s call him John.
No, no. THIS KID punched me in the stomach today.
(What up with this attacker’s secret identity? Is he in the witness protection program?)
Little lady is my budding safety professional. This is our conversation every time I try to rock out to music with her in the car:
Me: (Car dancing, singing, clapping, etc.).
L: (Stopping her singing/dancing) Mommy, focus on driving.
I realize they won’t always have these funny bunny moments, and I have a terrible memory, so I appreciate you indulging me in capturing a few of their last preschool summer moments.