Got an automated call last night. During the thunderstorms, lightning struck my daughter’s school.
Yep, just goes to show you that even God hates middle school.
Got an automated call last night. During the thunderstorms, lightning struck my daughter’s school.
Yep, just goes to show you that even God hates middle school.
My seven-year-old and I were looking in the fridge for a chocolate bar that we couldn’t find.
Me: “Hmmm, Nathan, if you were a chocolate bar where would you be?”
My son: “In my hand.”
My 10-year-old came in from weighing herself in the bathroom. With a big grin on her face, she announced that she was 66.6 pounds and then added, “Wow, my weight is the mark of the beast.”
“This is my fun side,” my son said, pointing to the left half of his face. And then after pointing to his right, he says, “And this is my bad side.”
Um, I’m noticing he’s not saying anything about a “good” side.
Yes. More snow.
And the kids found the Uno deck …
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.”
The kids are fussing at one another. They’ve graduated from, “Stop looking at me!” to “You’re on my half of the couch!” to “Hey! Stop breathing my air!”
Ah, siblings.
My six-year-old just wrapped his bedspread around him and took over running through the house yelling, “i’M BATMAN!”
Kids haven’t gone to school at all this week. No one has gone insane, but i have played about 100 games of Uno so far.