Daughter (about Me): She's hot!
Son: She's sexy!
Me: ... Uh.
Daughter: Oooh! You used the "s" word!
Son: Well, listen. She had to have sex at least twice, or YOU wouldn't be here.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
I Swear I Meant To Watch It
But Daughter was given the movie at horse riding for her birthday. And on horse riding days we get home so very much later... So instead, I just put the movie on for her, and then set about making dinner, and school lunches, and emptying backpacks, and probably a load or two of laundry for good measure. Because deep down, I didn't really want to watch the movie then. And neither did her brother.
So when she emerged sobbing, dripping and snotty from her room, saying: "Something's wrong with Flicka! She won't get up! I think she may be dead. Flicka!" I was, officially, the worst. mother. ever.
Thankfully, the horse lived. Note to self: next time, watch the animal movie with the child.
So when she emerged sobbing, dripping and snotty from her room, saying: "Something's wrong with Flicka! She won't get up! I think she may be dead. Flicka!" I was, officially, the worst. mother. ever.
Thankfully, the horse lived. Note to self: next time, watch the animal movie with the child.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Charity... Meh.
Daughter, after birthday: You know, they say the best gift is sharing.
Me: Yep. They do.
Daughter: I hate that gift.
Me: Yep. They do.
Daughter: I hate that gift.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Spoiler Alert!
Me: How was Gnomeo and Juliet?
Kids: Good.
Me: So, what was the story?
Son: Basically, it was Romeo and Juliet except--
Daughter: They were gnomes!
Son: --they didn't die in the end.
Kids: Good.
Me: So, what was the story?
Son: Basically, it was Romeo and Juliet except--
Daughter: They were gnomes!
Son: --they didn't die in the end.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
You Say Potato, I Say... Something Incomprehensible
TV character: Hubba Hubba Two!
Other TV character: That's jibberish!
Daughter, to me: So, what does that mean: Hubba Hubba Two?
Me: I don't know.
Daughter, in sardonic tone: They just said it's British.
Other TV character: That's jibberish!
Daughter, to me: So, what does that mean: Hubba Hubba Two?
Me: I don't know.
Daughter, in sardonic tone: They just said it's British.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Busted
Son: Thanks for picking up my room, Mom! And you did such a good job. Have you been watching Hoarders again?
Monday, February 7, 2011
Mmmmm...
Son: Mom, can I have a piece of brownie?
Me: Okay. Just one.
Son: One and a half?
Me: ONE. I don't want you filling up on cra- I mean, junk food.
Son, chewing: Mm. This crap sure tastes great!
Me: Okay. Just one.
Son: One and a half?
Me: ONE. I don't want you filling up on cra- I mean, junk food.
Son, chewing: Mm. This crap sure tastes great!
Friday, February 4, 2011
Because It's Cold Here, Too!
Me: [searching for remote]
Daughter: Are you watching Some Dangerous Fish now?
Me: ...?
Daughter: Are you going to watch your show: Dangerous Fish?
Me: ... Uhh ...
Daughter: With the crabs?
Me: Ohhhhh. Deadliest Catch. Yep!
Daughter: Are you watching Some Dangerous Fish now?
Me: ...?
Daughter: Are you going to watch your show: Dangerous Fish?
Me: ... Uhh ...
Daughter: With the crabs?
Me: Ohhhhh. Deadliest Catch. Yep!
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Cryptic I Can Handle, But This?
So we ate dinner out. And then these came, with the bill. Little, wafer-thin barbs--the proverbial pill wrapped in sugar--made by someone who must have read Tolstoy:

Here is mine. I enjoyed the dinner. It was a nice respite from the "domestic attentions" of which you speak. Thanks for that.

Here's Hubby's:

And Daughter's.

And, Son's:

Here is mine. I enjoyed the dinner. It was a nice respite from the "domestic attentions" of which you speak. Thanks for that.

Here's Hubby's:

And Daughter's.

And, Son's:

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