What a hoot these kids are. Sometimes I think I have them figured out and then they come up with these off-the-wall things that leave me wondering what planet they beamed here from.
On Tuesday I ran out of the van with a massive stacks of library books. I was in a hurry and desperately trying to balance everything in my arms. Noah was frantic for my attention. Finally in an effort to get him to stop pestering me I gave him my attention. He looked at me in all earnestness and said, "Mom, does Grandpa live in the library?"
Evie and Noah are always vying to press the button on the inside of the elevator. Apparently there is something very special about the button inside and neither will settle on pressing the outside button. After riding the elevator up and down to give both of them a turn Noah pushed the button to go up. "Now you did it," I said. "You just hit the button that sends us to the moon." He looked at me with an face mixed with hopefulness and terror, "Really mom?"
Evie came down for breakfast today and before her eyes were fully open she told me in great detail about how a green caterpillar crawled in her mouth and broke off her tooth. This was announced with great seriousness and conviction.
Sophie has taken up journaling. An idea I encouraged with the focus of increasing writing skills and creativity. I didn't realize it would also increase my humiliation. Apparently for "show and tell" she read her first journal entry about shopping with her mom. She read with great detail about how her mom looks at everything in the store (no, no, child, it's retail therapy!!!). But the real grand finale is the illustration of me looking at things on the shelf saying, "I want to buy that." A little girl standing behind me (Sophie) is saying "Oh no, not again!" in exasperation. I'm sure it was enlightening to all of her fellow classmates and teachers. Nothing like being materialistic and letting the whole world know.
Who needs comedy when you've got kids?