Bristel: Mommy, when you get married do you spend all day and night kissing?
Me: Something like that, honey
Bristel: And then kids come along and ruin it?
I was in the kitchen making "chicken nuggets"...
otherwise known as Trevy's crack
when he comes charging the kitchen gate shouting,
I homeworking! I homeworking!
I gotta admit I was afraid to see what exactly "I homeworking" could mean but I followed him anyway. He led me to the schoolroom where a giant coloring book and crayons (which are supposed to be out of reach!) was open to a search and find and he's tracing (read: scribbling over) the letters!
I call that "homeworking" too!
In order to find the humor, I need to set the stage a little. Bristel and a friend have started a "Care Club" the purpose of which is to do acts of kindness and teach little ones how to behave. Snicker. She has asked me to put her hair up so the little ones (read: Trevy) won't be tempted to pull her hair. Cute, right?
On a different day, Trevy and I go outside where she and Toby are busy building something or other in the sandbox and she immediately starts telling Trevy he's not allowed.
So I say...
What happened to your Care Club? Is it only for little kids who aren't your brother?
She rolls her eyes and retorts...
Mooooooom (the way a teeny bopper might...only she's SEVEN!)
swinging her golden locks...
when my hair is down I'm NOT working!
On the list of things I don't want to hear my children frantically yelling...
"Trevy! Don't color on the door!"
We were playing a game in the pool where the person tagged had to go under water. Ever the lover of cause & effect, Trevy was tagging me incessantly. So I say…
I’m gonna tag you!
To which he responds with a head shake…
It tickled my funny bone that when we came home the sitter said she spent over an hour learning about Ancient Egypt with Bristel on the iPad.
How many 7 year old girls want to study ancient history and consider themselves a fashionista?!
(If you’re a Speech Therapist…you may want to cover your eyes for this one! )
Trevy asked me for his binkie. I've been trying to wean him from it but in a moment of weakness (or maybe inspiration) I said...
Let Toby take you potty and help you brush your teeth and then you can have it.
So he pattered over to Toby and asked, "Potty?" Toby was busy and replied, "in a minute".
So what did Trevy do? Well, I walked by the bathroom and found him sitting on the potty ALL BY HIMSELF! He's pulled his pants down and climbed up and made pee pee BY HIMSELF!
Um yeah, we had a Pee Pee Party!!!!
He did need help pulling his pants back up...but we can handle that for him no problem-o!
I could tell he was winding up to give a mighty hop while descending our very steep stairs so I said...
Trevor, don't you dare!
Translation: I'm a frog
Um, not on the stairs you're not!
And he resisted the urge to hop all the way down to the very last step. At which point he did indeed become a one legged hopping fwawg.
Trevy was screaming bloody murder from the schoolroom.
I couldn’t get there right away so I hollered…
what’s going on in there?!
Trevy comes running, upset, with Toby yelling in the background...
Don't believe a word he says!
LOL! This is funny because even though Trevor's speech is VERY limited you'd be surprised at how much tattling can be done with single word phrases!
I wonder what our neighbors think when they drive by and see Trevy hanging out in our big bay window?
Our couch is right up against it and he'll climb over the back...stand on the radiator and wave at people until mommy finds him and makes him get down.
But hey, at least he has clothes on.
Most of the time.