Best day ever

He got up this morning, rolled out of bed, and said to me with his eyes half open, "Today is the best day of my life for 3 reasons. Number one, today's the day I get my metal for hockey. Number 2, today I get to play goalie for hockey. Number 3, I get to play Wii on the same day as all that."

Quote from Gavin

In total seriousness - "Does Wal-mart really help you live better and save money?"

Breaking my heart...

The other day, I found Gavin with his elbows on the table and forehead resting in his hands, hovering over his cereal.  I asked him what was wrong.  He lifted his sweet little head, just enough to say through his crocodile tears, "I miss Duncan."  I tried to comfort him, saying, "I know you do, Buddy.  I miss him, too.  We all do.  He was such a great dog."  He kept crying, and I said, "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"  and he replied, "No, not unless you can bring him back from heaven, and I know there's no way you can do that!"

I just couldn't say anything- and did my best to fight back my own tears.  After 3 months, I still miss him so much.  He was the best!  (No offense to Lola- she's winning us over, too.)

Scratch that remark

Sometimes, I say things before I really think, and want to take back what I've said as soon as the words come out.  It's like I can see the words coming out of my mouth in slow motion, and want to stuff them back in before anybody actually can hear them.

Like this weekend, for example.  I had a conversation with Gavin about movies.  It went something like this...

G- When can I watch a PG13 movie?

Me- When you are 13.

G- What's after PG13?

Me- R.

G- What's after R?

Me- NC17

G- What's after NC17?

Me- X  (That is the word I wanted to take back)

G- What's after X?

Me- Nothing.

G- I bet X movies are really scary!

Me- Yep.

G- Do you and Daddy watch X movies?

Me- Nope.

G- Do Grandma and Grandpa watch X movies?

Me- I don't think so.

G- Do you know anybody who watches X movies?

Me- Not anyone I can think of.  Let's change the subject.

Social grace eludes him at times...

-like this weekend when he said to me- "Mommy, I think you need to start working out more."  I said, "Why do you say that?"  He answered, "Because of your legs."  And I said, "What about my legs."  And he said, "They're kind of floppy."

Thank you Gavin, for your brutal honesty!

May I please have a cookie?

Inquiring Mind

G- "Mommy, why do people think belly buttons are so funny?"