Today was a rough behavior day at our house. It was the kind of day when a certain five-year-old boy lost one privilege after another until he was basically stripped of every Lego, battery operated device, and toy he had. All he had access to was paper, crayons, and his books.
- Saturday night we roasted marshmallows in the fireplace and made s’mores. Luke was very excited. “Mom, these marshmallows are so sexy!” Everyone got quiet. “Did I say a bad word?” “Well, it isn’t a bad word,” I told him. “It’s a grown-up word that kids don’t need to use.” Now, everywhere we go he feels it necessary to educate the public on the word “sexy” and how it should only be used by grown-ups. During this awkward process he generally says “sexy” another five or six times. I’m onto his game.
- Brantley whispered to Luke this morning, “What do you want to get Mom for Christmas?” Luke whispered-shouted back, “A fruit roll up.” I can hardly wait.
Luke (3 1/2 yrs.) overheard his father and I having a conversation in the car. Without thinking, I made mention of the coyotes that we often hear behind our house at night. Luke piped up, “Mom, did you say we have coyotes?!” Not wanting him to be worried about coyotes outside our house, thus adding to his already vast nightmare material, I said the only thing I could think of that sounded like coyote. “No baby,” I lied. “I said we have..peyote.”
There just aren’t enough words that rhyme with coyote.
PS: If my blogging is scarce next week it is due to the fact that we will be rocking Disney World for eight days. Please pray that I don’t lose my mind and purchase a bunch of Disney themed clothing. Cheers!
“Mom is, “Say your prayers,” a nice word?”
“Yes, it’s always nice to say your prayers.”
He holds up a rubber band, pulls it tightly, and aims it at Baxter’s head. “Say your prayers.”
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