The kids say and do funny things all day long so it is sometimes hard for me to capture their entire humor on the blog. Below is a compilation of some of the funny conversations we have had and funny things they did this week...
--I have been trying to teach Will another blessing besides his constant, "God made me, Amen." So I have been singing "Oh the Lord is good to me and so I thank the Lord, for giving me the things I need, like the sun and the rain and the apple seeds, Oh the Lord is good to me, Amen!" However, after "like" I have a bad habit of changing the words, to things like "lysol, clorox, and Mr. Clean" or "Ian, William, and Maggie" or "corn, potatoes and broccoli", etc. This morning, Will was singing along with me and when I got to "like" he said, "Mom, how do you ever expect me to learn this blessing if you keep changing the words? And you wonder why I only say one prayer. God Made Me, AMEN!"
--Driving down the road, I tell Ian about a friend who had her baby. Will asks if I was having another baby. Me: Would you like me to have another baby? Will: Yes. I want you to have a bunch, a bunch, a bunch of babies. Ian: Um...NO. N-O spells NO. No more babies. 3 is enough! Will: No I want more babies. I love babies! Me: Would you want a boy or girl baby? Will: A boy baby. I already have a girl baby. Me: What would you name the baby? Will: City Gorilla. Ian: Exactly why WE aren't having any more babies! (And just FYI, we aren't planning to add any more babies!)
--At the store, a man stops us and says, "Where on Earth did you get that pretty baby?" Will (looking at the man like he was silly for having to ask the question): From God. She is our princess. Ain't she a cute priss? The man replies, "Yes. And you are pretty cute yourself." Will says, "Yep. I'm a handful."
--I go out to the storage shed to look for something. I am not gone even 3 minutes. When I come in, Will is standing on the kitchen table, wearing his underwear and a Santa Hat and carrying a play chainsaw. He is screaming, "Ho, Ho, Ho...Bad Santa, coming for you..." Maggie is squealing with delight and saying, "Ho, Ho, Ho!" When I left the house, Will was fully clothed and looking at a book.
-- I open the cabinet in the kitchen and all of the tupperware topples over onto my head. Ian jumps out from behind the chair and says, "You just got PUNKED!" Who gave him access to MTV? When he sees I am not laughing, he says, "Mom do you even know what it means to get punked?" "Why yes Ian, I do. I am just wondering how you know?" With a large smile he responds, "'Cause I am a genius!"
--Will: Mom, did you know that Maggie doesn't have a wee-wee? Me: Yes, Will. Girls don't have wee-wees. Will: Why not? Me: Because God made them that way. Will: Well, I am not sure why God thought a tootie (his word, not mine) was a good idea for a girl. Me: What do you mean? Will: Well, Mom, how is Maggie ever gonna learn to pee-pee in the yard if she has a tootie? She doesn't have anything to stick out. Me: I don't think Maggie will want to pee pee in the yard. Girls don't do that. Will: Well she is going to be missing out because when you have a wee wee, you can pee in a bottle...in a jar...in the yard..out the window...through the deck.. Ian: Yep, the possibilities are endless. Me: I think she will be OK. Will: I don't think she will. So, so sad.
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