I Need One
This little miss has been helping us all over the place…. unloading dishes, unloading boxes, getting into all things not for babies. One day I was unpacking my stockpile of toiletries and she found a box of pantiliners, you know the BIG pink box. Of course all 552 of them were strewn all over the floor in a matter of seconds.
Big sis, age 2 11/12ths came up and said, “Uh Oh. Baby got into that.”
“Yes, I know. I’ll pick them up in a second.”
Big sis: “I need one. I need a band-aid.”
I almost choked on my spit and I can’t wait to tell her this story when she turns 12.
When You’re a Kid
Last night I had a conversation with FishBoy 7. We were discussing making good choices and growing up and that someday he would be a papa with children of his own to teach good choices to. Collective groans from the audience.
I said, “But, being a parent with children is more fun than being a kid.” (And I truly meant it – I’m having the time of my life.)
FishBoy7 replied, “Yeah, but when you’re a kid you get to eat your mama’s yummy food.” (And he truly meant it, too. Be still, my heart.)
Garage Candy Canes
FishBoy5 reportedly told his uncles how much he was going to miss the old house. While they were packing up stuff in the garage, he recounted, “Yeah, every morning I come in here and sneak a candy cane. I sit here in the garage and eat it.”
I have NO IDEA where the candy canes came from, but apparently he enjoyed them.
My life is never boring. I am, indeed, having the time of my life.