Just a quick funny that keeps making me smile.
My youngest daughter is extremely head strong, which surprises anyone outside of this house because she generally whispers, if she'll talk to you (and if you are a boy, you won't even get a whisper).
She is definitely my least obedient child. One night recently, she was in and out of bed about five times and I lost my groove by the last time. I picked her up and plopped her back on her bed and said, in a not-so-nice voice, "You better stay in bed missy."
Her response, with gritted teeth, "Don't call me missy."
The Apology
Yesterday my son hit my oldest daughter, not hard enough to make her cry but I did get wind of "the hit" and wanted to make sure he understands that our family doesn't hit (this would be my 100th attempt to help him understand that, by the way).
I told him he couldn't have any screen privileges until he wrote an apology to her.
Today, he was reminded of his punishment, so he reluctantly went to work. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and kept hearing giggles. I wondered what in the world he was up to and would soon find out.
Go ahead and read his apology note and see if you can guess who is inspirator was:
In case you aren't "up" on your Anne of Green Gables literature, he has pretty closely copied Anne Shirley's apology to Rachel Lynde when she (Anne) called Rachel fat. My son even got down on his knee to read his apology to his sister. I was busting up, I didn't realize how closely he was following the book I am reading to his sisters..
May your apologies this week be sincere.
I told him he couldn't have any screen privileges until he wrote an apology to her.
Today, he was reminded of his punishment, so he reluctantly went to work. I was in the kitchen washing dishes and kept hearing giggles. I wondered what in the world he was up to and would soon find out.
Go ahead and read his apology note and see if you can guess who is inspirator was:
May your apologies this week be sincere.
Actually, I like food
Today was Fast Sunday. I generally fast and sometimes my oldest child does as well. Last night I let the kids know I was fasting and the older two children said they wanted to fast as well. My youngest was quick to let us know:
"I am not fasting. I like food actually. I love it."
Pause
She said this so matter-of-factly as though she is the only person in the world who could like food. My other two children piped in to let me know that they also liked food. It was all such a funny conversation as realization set in upon the older children. It was as though I could see the wheels turning, "do I like food?"
Do you have any funny fasting stories to tell?
"I am not fasting. I like food actually. I love it."
Pause
She said this so matter-of-factly as though she is the only person in the world who could like food. My other two children piped in to let me know that they also liked food. It was all such a funny conversation as realization set in upon the older children. It was as though I could see the wheels turning, "do I like food?"
Do you have any funny fasting stories to tell?
Bloody Nose
I just posted this whole story on facebook, but today it strikes me as really funny and I keep giggling about my children, so I will post it on here for long-term use/keepsake.
Last night, my girls were examining a new Christmas toy of my 7 year-old (that just arrived yesterday -- this will be the last time I count on Amazon.com for prompt delivery at Christmas-time, this took easily ten days and I just can't endure that kind of customer service in this day and age -- ha ha, what a brat I've become). The 7 yo was taking possession of said toy (a pogo ball -- remember how fun those were? Back in "my" day, we use to rub skin off the insides of our feet from jumping with pogo balls so much)
Anyway, I left the room when they were simply arguing, but as can be predicted, things escalated immediately and I heard the 7 yo shrieking - the kind of cry that let me know she was actually hurt.
I ran to her rescue and spent the next 20 minutes or so stopping the bloody nose, cleaning up after bloody nose, and wishing I had put the kids to be an hour ago.
I told the 4 year old that she was to go to bed now and that she'd get her punishment tomorrow (I also told the 7 yo, she would be deciding the punishment - with my help, heh heh).
Fast forward to today, I put this on facebook and got a bunch of responses:
Last night, my girls were examining a new Christmas toy of my 7 year-old (that just arrived yesterday -- this will be the last time I count on Amazon.com for prompt delivery at Christmas-time, this took easily ten days and I just can't endure that kind of customer service in this day and age -- ha ha, what a brat I've become). The 7 yo was taking possession of said toy (a pogo ball -- remember how fun those were? Back in "my" day, we use to rub skin off the insides of our feet from jumping with pogo balls so much)
Anyway, I left the room when they were simply arguing, but as can be predicted, things escalated immediately and I heard the 7 yo shrieking - the kind of cry that let me know she was actually hurt.
I ran to her rescue and spent the next 20 minutes or so stopping the bloody nose, cleaning up after bloody nose, and wishing I had put the kids to be an hour ago.
I told the 4 year old that she was to go to bed now and that she'd get her punishment tomorrow (I also told the 7 yo, she would be deciding the punishment - with my help, heh heh).
Fast forward to today, I put this on facebook and got a bunch of responses:
Last night 4 yo socked 7 yo in nose, I deferred punishment while cleaning/stopping blood -- punishment still deferred, how would YOU handle this?
Dang Quesadilla
Did you ever watch, "Napolean Dynamite"?
It is a very funny flick that is funnier to talk about than to actually sit down and watch, but little things remind me of the show all the time.
The other day (Christmas), we had Breakfast Quesadillas, I mean the kids got them in their stocking (long story short -- our one Christmas-day tradition is to get breakfast in the stocking; this is a compromise between the two parental figures int he home). Laster that day, my daughter came up to me and told me how much she loved that "Quadilla" and she definitely said the /l/ sound. It made me smile and remember Napolean. It also reminded me of my dear family relation who still pronounces tortilla like this -- tor-till--uh.
I love dear family relations.
I also love funny things that make me smile even days later, when remembering them.
It is a very funny flick that is funnier to talk about than to actually sit down and watch, but little things remind me of the show all the time.
The other day (Christmas), we had Breakfast Quesadillas, I mean the kids got them in their stocking (long story short -- our one Christmas-day tradition is to get breakfast in the stocking; this is a compromise between the two parental figures int he home). Laster that day, my daughter came up to me and told me how much she loved that "Quadilla" and she definitely said the /l/ sound. It made me smile and remember Napolean. It also reminded me of my dear family relation who still pronounces tortilla like this -- tor-till--uh.
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| Ours didn't look quite like this - remember, it had to fit in a stocking (luckily Santa's elves know about the refrigerator and can sneak it in the stocking in a nick of time Christmas Morning) |
I love dear family relations.
I also love funny things that make me smile even days later, when remembering them.
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