Sunday, March 18, 2012

No Funny Farm for me, yet...

As some of you have noted, I have become some what of a downer, a drag, a real whiner.  You are correct.  It is however, not my fault.  It's my children's fault.  They did it! They stopped doing anything cute.

OK, fine. I'm sorry. I am starting to funk about turning 40-give me a minute would ya'!  I'll get over it soon, promise about a little cuteness, as my son's friend would say.

I was in the Kindergarten classroom the other day when they had a Naturalist visit with live animals.  One little boy who was sitting very still and hanging on her every word would get more and more excited with each animal she produced.  the last animal she brought out was a screech owl.  As she hushed the students and brought it out of the carrier this child proclaimed, "I can't wait to see this aminals cuteness!"

My neighbor's son is home on Spring Break and was experimenting in the kitchen.  He came down with a plate of delicious treats to share and stayed for a little while to play basketball with the boys.  After he left we went inside to sample the goodies when my five-year-old exclaimed, "These are awesome.  the next time I see Corbin I will have to tell him he did a really good job."

My five-year-old came outside today while I was taking advantage of the nice weather and vacuuming out the car.  "Mom, something smells really really bad!" What does it smell like, what do you think you are smelling? "Gia Gia's cooking."

Our friends four-year-old was having a tough day and so he lost his play date with my son.  We went to lunch together anyway where I asked him what happened and why he lost his privilege.  He said, "The rain made me make bad choices."

This same beautiful four-year-old overheard his family talking about giving things up for Lent which prompted him to ask "What is giving up?" So his mother lovingly explains to the four-year-old what giving something up means at Lent.  He very enthusiastically replies,"I GIVE UP LOSING!"

My three-year-old nephew was standing behind his mother in the kitchen looking longingly at something.  She had turned and noticed this several times before asking,"What are you looking at Harrison?" To which my nephew replied, "Your big bottom. I can't wait till my butt gets that big."

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