Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Dinner at our House: Kid Logic

Lori does this thing on her blog called "Around the Dinner Table". I've swiped borrowed the idea from her before, and I'm going to do so again.

Dinnertime is probably our best time together as a family. With sports and after school programs and work and homework and, well, life, we don't get to sit down and talk as a family much during the day. Dinner is really the best time for us to interact as a family. It's also the best time for us to get a little out of control with each other. Like Lori and her family, our conversations often veer off into crazy places.

The other night we were at the table and somehow Daphne came up. I can't remember exactly how, but one of the kids mentioned her. For those of you who don't know, Daphne recently moved to Australia. This has been a sore point for me because while I love her and want her to be happy, I selfishly want her to be happy somewhere much closer to me.

Anyway, the following conversation ensued:

Me: Daphne went bye bye - said with a sad face
LM: What? She's not on Earth anymore?
Me: She's on the other side of it
MM: Her toilet flushes to the right now
TG: I'm sure ours could if we wanted it to
MM and I share a look
MM: It doesn't work that way TG - he starts to explain why it wouldn't work when LM pipes up..
LM: She reads from right to left now
Me: What?
MM: What?
TG: Oh, that makes sense

The Girl doesn't understand the concept of the toilet flushing the other way, but it makes sense that Daphne now reads from right to left? MM and I could only laugh.

A few days later we were talking about TG being responsible for us when we get old. We were saying she needs to get good grades now so she can get into a good college and eventually get a good job. This is important since she'll be taking care of us in our old age. Naturally from there MM took it to the next level and started talking about her changing his diapers.

TG: Heck no I'm not. That's what retirement homes are for.
MM: I'm not going into a retirement home! People die in there!
LM: Duh. That's why they're called retirement homes..you retire from life.

Well...he does kind of have a point.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Letters on the White Board

I think it's time to resurrect this blog. I don't know why we let it fall to the wayside, but I'm going to rectify that now. Aren't you just the lucky ones?

A couple months ago I purchased a whiteboard for our refrigerator. We had one when I was growing up and it was really convenient for jotting down reminders or leaving notes. Now that the kids are getting older having the white board will - hopefully - make my life easier.

Since I picked it up, the whiteboard has really come in handy. Already we have phone messages/numbers written on it, a schedule for when the dogs were fed, notes about chores the kids need to complete when they get home from school, reminders about upcoming events and so on and so forth. Not only do I use it for the above mentioned things - and many others - but so do the kids.

Little Man especially uses it. Most nights before bed he makes his lunch for school the next day, including putting a water bottle in the freezer so he'll have cold water all day. Then he'll write a note on the whiteboard to remind himself not to forget it.

A couple weeks ago, The Girl decided it would be funny if she started taking his water bottle out of the freezer since she leaves before he does. I didn't realize she'd started doing this until I found this note on the board one night before I went to bed:

TG, the water bottle in the freezer is mine, do not take it!

I kind of laughed, because it's a little funny that she's been swiping his bottle. But I full on cracked up the next morning when I saw TG's reply. She erased a couple letters and it said:

TG, the water bottle in the freezer is mine, do take it!

Clever of her, wasn't it? I had to snicker, because that is SUCH a TG thing to do.

Little Man's reply?

TG, the water bottle in the freezer is mine, do take it! - I said do NOT take it, you idiot!

Ha! I know I shouldn't laugh that he called his sister an idiot, but I just couldn't help it. Freaking kids.

Funny how the same kid who will call his sister an idiot on the whiteboard will also use it to write me notes. Last week his school was having a canned food drive and he asked me if he could take in a donation. I asked him to write it on the board for me so I wouldn't forget. His note?

Dear mom, I would love it if you would put some canned food out for me. Sincerely, LM.

Awfully polite for a mouthy brat, don't you think?

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