Sigh S-I-G-H Sigh

Mom: "Knitting."

L: "Speaking of knitting..."

Mom: "We're not speaking of knitting. We're doing spelling. Write the word."

L: "I did."

Mom: "No, you didn't."

L (checking paper): "Uh, what was the word again?"

Persuasion

After some major horseplay and wrestling in the bounce house my parents rented:

M (on his way back outside after taking a short break): "I'm not going to wrestle anymore....unless someone convinces me to."

That's Mr. M&M to You

We ate at Culver's last night. For dessert, N chose chocolate custard with M&Ms.

N (pointing to an M&M in his bowl): "Know what I call this one, Mom?"

Mom: "What?"

N: "I call him Mr. M&M."

Mom: "Oh."

N (trying to get the M&M on his spoon): "Come here, Mr. M&M."

He successfully got the M&M on his spoon, but it fell off without him noticing. He realized as he was finishing up the custard on his spoon that he hadn't eaten the M&M.

N (looking puzzled as he begins a search for the M&M): "Hey! Where'dya go Mr. M&M?!?!"

Catching Up (again)

Z: "There's an abundance of spiders in the basement this year."

The boys were outside, and there M started crying. J had pushed him, so Cr brought J inside, and we found out he pushed M because M had hit him with the bat.

Mom: "Did you hit J with the bat?"

M: "Not the metal one."

J: "And he was going to hit me with a stick."

Mom: "M?"

M: "But I didn't."

Mom: "Did you think better of it?"

M: "No..."

Z cut and bruised his lip, and it looked pretty ugly. I wasn't around when it happened.

Mom: "What were you doing when you hurt your lip?"

Z: "Tripping."

M discovered his first tooth was loose at the end of June. It was very, very loose. He was waiting very impatiently for it to come out. At one point he was madder than a wet hen about it, and proclaimed loudly to me "But I've been waiting for this my whole life!!!!". He pulled it out shortly thereafter.

The Indian in the Cupboard

The Indian in the Cupboard was the first chapter book I ever read aloud to my older 2 boys. They were 4 and 3 at the time. My first grade teacher read this book aloud to the class and I loved it. It's one of my favorite childhood memories, which is why I chose it to read to my guys. Added to my first grade memories are memories of me reading to them while they picked up their room. I was sure they weren't listening.

Yesterday I picked up a stack of audio books at the library. The older two were looking them over, and they both said "The Indian in the Cupboard! I love this story!"

I was shocked, and said "You remember the story?!?". I quizzed them a bit on it, and they both do remember it.

I was floored. It was encouraging to me though, because we started a consistent family read aloud time 4 years ago, which means my younger three boys were 4, 3, & 1 when we started. I now have hope that they might remember some of the stories we read when they were younger.

Good Morning

J (greeting N for the first time this morning): "You're up!"

N (looking confused): "I know that."

Apple, Grape, and Beer?

I ended up with juice boxes that were leftover from a Judo tournament, so I let each boy have one at dinner last night. M (who has developed a wonderful compulsion to read any print he sees), read the ingredients to himself. We knew this because all of the sudden he exclaimed excitedly:

"This has apple, grape, and BEER!"

These were 100% juice juice boxes, so I was pretty sure he was wrong. I think he was a bit disappointed when we informed him that it only contained apple, grape, and pear juices.