… to correctly select either horror or amusement.
* An email arrived, addressed to a handful of people, saying that THIS IS BROKEN AND NEEDS TO BE ADDRESSED RIGHT NOW. Ah, the satisfaction of being able to mail back within 10 minutes “All fixed.” And it didn’t hurt to receive back, “Hey, we may just have to keep you around here after all!”
* After correctly reciting her phone number, address, and birthday, and spelling all of our names, and generally responding to this barrage of questions with grace and prodigy aplomb, imagine the look on my face when the doctor said, “Now, Chickadee, do you have any brothers or sisters?” and Chickadee fixed her gaze upon the inquisitor and in her most bored tone replied, “Nope.”
* After a long phone call about the trials and travails of single motherhood: “Listen,” I told her, “just get through today. That’s all you have to do.” It seemed logical… right up until she said, “And tomorrow?” I had to think about it. “Well, tomorrow isn’t gonna be here for like half a day, yet!” I declared so brightly that we both dissolved into giggles. (Reminds me of one of my favorite sayings: I try to take it one day at a time, but sometimes several days attack me at once.)
* Upon his arrival in my room this morning: “Hey, Monkey, are you dry today??” *crickets chirp* “Well, I’m CUTE!” Alrighty, then.
* “MAMA! I don’t know why, I just CAN’T brush my hair today! You need to do it!” And in another bid for Mother of the Year, I replied, “Well, I could probably brush your hair for you, but you know, I don’t know WHY, but I just CAN’T plan your birthday party. Oh well.” Guess what? She regained her long-lost hair-brushing skills INSTANTLY!
The cuteness… It is killing me….
Using birthday parties as leverage. You really ARE Mother Of The Year! :)
I routinely forget one or more family members in my accounting. They apparently exist in a place in my mind where logic does not go.
And I’m with Monkey. Cute trumps dry.
Alrighty then!
Great stuff.
My coin flipped to amusement for each of these, lol!! Darn, that Monkee is so CUTE, even when wet!!!!
And for the record, CurlyGirl isn’t allowed to brush her own hair, or she attempts to cover her face and winds up looking like a curly Cousin It. Not worth the hassle.
When I have kids and these things are happening to me, remind me that I said it was sooooo cute. ;)
My friend’s kid (much-beloved, only child) once said to the school shrink, on being asked who he lived with: “Nobody. Just the kitty and the bunny.”
At least C. acknowledges she has a guardian onsite. Or maybe the doctor just didn’t ask her about that?
Hysterical blog, 1st time commenting.
Can someone brush MY hair? Cause I just CAN’T.
I love coming to your blog, Mir! Chickadee saying “Nope” to the sibling question, and not being able to BRUSH HER HAIR, and on and on. I love that you can laugh at this.
You’re funny, and so is your great kidlets. Keep it coming.
Seems as though we lead similar lives. Yours is much more amusing to me than mine is, for some reason…