My 13-year-old to me about her younger sister, “Mom, Nat’s room has a doll infestation!”
Can we spray for those?
My 13-year-old to me about her younger sister, “Mom, Nat’s room has a doll infestation!”
Can we spray for those?
Nathan: “Mom, how many years until my birthday?”
Me: “Um, you have one every year.”
Nathan: “WHAT?!?!”
My six-year-old: “Mom, how come you have parents when you and Dad already are parents?”
Me: “Well, we were your age once. And parents are still parents, even after their kids grow up.” And then I started to go into how he also had aunts and uncles. And cousins.
Nathan just shakes his head. “Mom, you’re really starting to freak me out.”
My six-year-old just wrapped his bedspread around him and took over running through the house yelling, “i’M BATMAN!”
My daughters decided to teach my six-year-old to meditate.
From the side room, I heard “Ohm! Ohm! Ohm!”
I don’t think the six-year-old quite got it. Because I also heard, “Gnome! Gnome! Gnome!”
“It smells like burnt pool water in here.”
I was grouchy this morning. Had a rough night’s sleep. But I always try to not take it out on my kids. My six-year-old son and I were sitting on the couch together and I was praising him for how good a reader he has become. He’s come a long way with reading and with speech.
In that touching moment, I lean over and kiss him on the cheek and tell him that I love him and am very proud of him.
He just wipes off his face, wrinkles up his nose and says, “Ewwwww! Mom spit!”
We were studying with my 13-year-old for a test on photosynthesis.
Me: “All right, so what happens when Carbon Dioxide and Water get together?”
My daughter: “The Hula Dance.”
Today my 9-year-old to her six-year-old brother: “Stop talking with your mouth open!”
After hearing weird noises in the other room, I called out to my son.
Mom: “Son, what are you doing?”
My six-year-old: “Mom, you really don’t want to know.”