Thursday, October 22, 2009


Here are two conversations from this morning, free of any embellishment or commentary whatsoever:

Lloyd (getting shirt out of drawer): This shirt is dirty!
Me: So?
Lloyd: I can't wear this! It smells like underarms!
Me: What are you complaining about? It's a miracle any shirts even get into your dresser. You should be grateful. And if you don't want your dirty clothes and your clean clothes mixed up, you should put your dirty clothes in the laundry room, instead of on the floor where the clean clothes are.
Lloyd: I don't even know what to say to that.

Then, after Lloyd went to work in a huff, I was took a leisurely 30 second shower and came out to this:

Weston: Shhhhhh, you're okay. Want me to kiss it?
Me (picking up Shane): He sounds like he's really hurt, Weston. What happened?
Weston: Ummmm, we were playing.
Me: I see that. How did Shane get hurt?
Weston: Welllllllll, I hit him with this ('this' is a hollow, hard plastic tube, about 18 inches long and 1 1/2 inches in diameter). On accident.
Me: Where did you hit him?
Weston: Ummmm, in the face. On accident. Twice.
Me: I see that this is too dangerous to have out; I'll have to put it away.
Weston: Why?


Helen said...

So, I'm wondering who gets "it" from whom. Chicken or egg. You pick.

Amanda Evans said...

On accident, TWICE! LOVE IT!!!!

Lauren said...


Wendy Hawksley said...


Gavin wanted to know why I was laughing. I told him. He said:

"That's not funny. That's so mean."

The laundry convo is priceless.

Amanda said...

"On accident, Twice." Sounds like my oldest boy after hitting the younger one.