Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Zoinging the Mostest Bad Guys



If you had told me 10 years ago that I would spend a large portion of my day off zoinging the mostest bad guys with a light saber and saving the Wookie home planet from the dark side, I would not have believed you.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Hairy Knees and Other Such Requirements for Becoming a Man



We were riding in the car the other day and my 4 year old son gasps, "Mommy! I am a man now because I have hair on my knees!".  I did not know that that was the requirement.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

A Story by: Sara, Age 3



A Story

by: Sara, age 3

I lost my barrette on the playground.  A cat came down from the trees and took it.  Then he climbed up the slide and went back into the forest.  Maybe it was an armadillo.

The End


I've always wondered what happened to her barrettes.

Monday, May 21, 2012



According to my son, do you know why we planted garlic in the garden?  To repel vampires, of course.

Strike a Pose




I only specified that he had to have shoes on both feet before we left.  Next time, I added, "the same kind!".

Monster Bait



Trey, Sara, and I went to the grocery store yesterday, and I let them pick out some "fun" cheese (It beats picking out candy.).  Sara chose string cheese and Trey chose Mickey Mouse shaped cheese.  When we got home, I told them to put their packages of cheese in the refrigerator and they did.  However, when we opened the car door this morning, the aroma of nicely sunned cheese overwhelmed us all.  We found cheese on both car seats and tucked into the handle of the door.  I asked them "Why?".  They said that the cheese was to attract the monsters.  I asked why they would want to attract the monsters.  They said, "to scare the bad guys!".  Oh, of course.  I should have known. 

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Cute, but Dangerous



I was working on the computer and Trey came around the corner yelling, "Mom, look at this! Look at this!".  I turned around and he was playing his guitar with junior rock musician face and all.  He did it for several minutes and finished with a flourish.  I looked at him and said,"Buddy, you're cute."  He said (very indignantly, I might add), "I'm not cute.  I'm DANGEROUS!" Cute, dangerous, whatever fits the situation...