Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Good stuff from the past week

I'm slightly suspicious that Belle is actually a 25 year old undercover in a 2 year old's body.

Exhibit A: She already understands the birds and the bees.
D reading the title of a photo album: "What are little boys made of?"
Belle (very matter-of-factly): Mommy and Daddy!
Exhibit B: I think she reads my blog.  
We went blueberry picking again.  (Yes, we have almost an addiction to it...) and Belle got her own bucket again.  I restrained from making any snide comments to her before we got to the berries.  But she walked right up to the bush, picked a beautiful one and STUCK IT IN HER BUCKET!  And then I swear she looked at me like, "How you like them berries?"

Belle (looking up from the train table at the library frantically): "OK to poop in the library?!?"

I've mentioned my husband's and my introvertedness in other posts.  I'm beginning to think that our kids are slanted in the same way. 

Exhibit A:  It's my party, I'll flee if I want to
Even though fun was being had by all, half way through D's birthday party last weekend he looked at his dad and said cheerfully, "I think I'd like to go to my room and play by myself for a little while."

Exhibit B:  Rejecting Extrovertism.
There's also this children's song that is clearly intended to brainwash our young into idealizing extroverts.  I know you've all heard it:

The more we get together, together, together
The more we get together the happier we'll be. 
For your friends are my friends and my friends are your friends
The more we get together the happier we'll be.
What a load of crap.  I'm exhausted just listening to the song.  I prefer Belle's version.  She'll belt it out anywhere including the aisles at Walmart:

For YOUR friends are YOUR friends and MY friends are MY friends
And she just continues repeating that line ad nausem while I giggle.

Projectile Motion
D (calling to me from his bathroom): Can I stand on the SIDE of the potty to pee?
Me: Sure, as long as you don't overshoot it. 
(long pause)
D: What does 'overshoot' mean?
Me: To send your pee shooting over the potty and hit it into the wall.
D (excited):  OH!  That's exactly what I just did!

1 comment:

  1. You guys are hilarious! I love the overshoot talk.
    Ps...I don't know how or why and no, I'm not crazy, but you were in a dream I had last night. You knew a friend of mine and kept making mean comments on her blog so I found out where you lived and went to beat you up. I got there, met you, thought you were lovely and you forgave my terrible intentions and gave me a Snickers bar. :/


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