Chatterbox

A conversation at the end of backrubs and a guessing game...

G- Can you think of one more animal?
Me- No, I'm tired.
G-Are you tired of talking?
Me-Yes. Aren't you?
G- Never.

Profanity continued

G-Why can't I say the "D-B" word
Me-I don't know what word that is.
G- You know, the "dad-b" word
Me- I don't know what you're talking about. You can just tell me.
G- Dad Blame-It

Emma

We were listening to music this morning during breakfast. We were admiring a violin solo in one of the songs when Emma pointed out that...

"It must be a grown-up and not a kid playing, that 'uhcuz there aren't any squeaks."

Profanity continued

A conversation with Gavin:

G- Mommy, can I say the "b" word?
Me- What word is that?
G- The b-o-t word.
Me- I don't know what that word is.
G- Oh, I mean the b-u-t word.
Me- No, you shouldn't really say it (especially at school if you're trying to make kids laugh) if you're referring to your bottom.
G- But, I didn't say that word. I said "buttcrack."

Life Can Be So Unfair

Yesterday, the kids had a "Walk-n-roll-n-run-if-you-wanna-thon" at their school. We all did the 3 mile walk, and everything worked out just fine. More fun and games started at the conclusion of the running/walking/rolling. The kids participated in a tricycle race. Gavin stumbled in the middle of the race because his tricycle wouldn't turn in the right direction. He was very upset at the end, and was crying and yelling because, in his words:

-My trike cheated. It wouldn't let me turn.

Right after he said this, Emma asked him what was wrong. "Why are you crying, Gavin?" she asked empathetically.

To this, he replied, "I never win races!"
And the sobbing continued for a few minutes.