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Monday, February 21, 2011

Presidents' Day

I got the kids up at 7:00 this morning on a holiday to do chores. Secretly, they were really grateful, I'm sure.

Conversations that ensued:

5yo: It's seven hundred. Should I wake up the girls?
Me: Yes, please.
5yo: They usually get up when I yell "BOO!"
5yo: *Goes and yells "BOO!" at the 12yo and 15yo*
5yo: Um, they jus' ugnored me.

7yo: My eyes hurt really bad.
Me: If you have pinkeye, I'm quitting my job.
12yo: What job?
Me: MOTHERHOOD.
7yo: *throws up*
12yo: Please don't quit, Mom!

15yo, playing out of the Children's Songbook: The Prophet said to plant a garden?
Me: Well, yes.
15yo: When?

Me, while cleaning the bedroom, to Mr. B: You know, if you're going to scatter your clothing about like you're succumbing to a moment of passion, I think I ought to be benefiting somehow.
Previously unobserved 15yo: Uh . . . is it bad that I totally understood that?


This picture just makes me laugh. The kids were watching the baby stretch and kick, and more than one of them thought it was creepy.

2 comments:

Jill said...

laughing too hard to think of a clever comment...Happy President's Day!

Mandi@TidbitsfromtheTremaynes said...

LOVED this post! You are thee most hilarious writer!