It was an interesting week of trying to reprogram the little people after their time at Hana/Poppa and Aunt Munkey's houses last week. Either there were no rules while I was out of town or because I was gone for a week, I gave up my position of authority. There were a lot of time-outs and quiet time in the bedroom because the boys (and even Maggie) didn't want to listen. I imagine I was more strict than usual this week in an attempt to reassert myself as Top Dog.
On one occasion, I fussed at Ian and he responded by saying, "What is your problem?" Obviously, that didn't go over very well. At another point in the week, when I had enough of his smart mouth (I have no idea where he gets it), I sent him to his room for the night. He came back, on his knees, begging me for just "one more chance." He reminded me of George Bailey on the bridge asking the same of God in It's a Wonderful Life. I laughed. Out loud. I didn't mean to. I couldn't help myself. He was shocked that I laughed. After regaining my composure, I sent him back to his room.
Here are some other funny stories from the week:
Me: Will, why aren't you outside playing? Will: Because it is eleventy billion degress out there. Me: It's only 8:30 in the morning. It can't be that hot outside. Will: I don't care what Christy Henderson (our local meterologist) says. It is HOT out there.
Because it is too hot to play outside, Will and I are playing restraunt. Will is the waiter and I am the guest. Will: What do you want for dinner? Me: I would like a steak. Will: I don't have steak. Me: What do you mean? The sign says that this is a steakhouse. Will: Well we don't serve steak. Me: Well what do you serve? Will: Ummm...we serve wine. Lots and lots of wine. Do you want some? You look like you could use one or 47 glasses. Me: Why yes, I probably need 47 but I will take just one. He hurries back and brings me chocolate milk. Me: I thought you were bringing me wine? Will: I think its a fallibility (liability) for me to serve you 47 glasses so I thought chocolate milk was a much better idea. Later: Will: I brought you some milk-wine. Me: What is milk wine? Will: It's when you mix wine with your milk. It goes great with pancakes. Me: That is interesting. How does it taste? Will: How am I supposed to know? I'm not 21. Me: Oh you have to be 21 to drink milk wine? Will: Yep. You have to be 21 to drink milk wine, bud Wight Wimes, and the hard stuff. Me: What is the hard stuff? Will: You know. Mike's Hard Wemonade. (We don't drink Bud Light Lime or Mike's Hard Lemonade so obviously, the TV advertisements are working on him).
Ian: Mom, you are awesome! Me: Why do you say that? Ian: Just because. It is true. You are the coolest Mom I know. Me: Oh really? Ian: Yes, you are so awesome that I know you won't say No when I ask you to take me to Chick Fil A for lunch. Me: I am not as awesome as you think I am.
Will: Momma, you and Mags are so pretty. Me: Awe, thanks Willie. Will: Well you are. I love you, even though Mags is prettier than you. Me: Oh yeah? What makes her prettier? Will: Geez Mom, she is just a baby. That's why. AND, she doesn't have wrinkles on her eyes like you do.
We went bowling tonight. A few lanes over, Marcus Lattimore (stand-out runningback for the USC Gamecocks) is bowling with some friends. Friends that were with us got his autograph and their son, Cole, had his picture made with him. Once the ice was broken, nearly the entire bowling alley started going up to him doing the same. At one point, he decided to go around to the kids to offer his picture and autograph. It was the really stand-up thing to do. He was very gracious and humble (especially considering that he will eventually be in the NFL making millions). As Marcus made his way toward us, I asked Ian if he wanted to have his picture made with him and get an autograph. Ian: Doesn't he play for the Gamecocks? Me: Yes, he does. Ian: No way. I can't stand the Gamecocks. I don't care if he's famous. I am not having my picture made with him.
My children were the only ones in the entire place that didn't get a picture or autograph. And yes, they do bleed Clemson Orange.
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