Having grown up in the 90s, Phillip's knee-jerk response to 95% of all comments is 'your mom.' So you guessed it, he automatically countered with, "Your mom's huge." (It's not his fault. It's culture.)
"Yeah, she is," my son agreed, and went on his way.
For the most part I try to stay out of my girls' room, but I went up there this weekend and it was so messy. Clean and dirty clothes mixed up and scattered everywhere. Not sure if I should be scared or sad.
When they came home, I put on a serious face and told them, "Girls! I have terrible news! Someone let a pig loose in your room! It's a total disaster up there!"
They just looked at each other and then looked at me blankly. Not even a little bit guilty.
I sent them upstairs to see if they could straighten up some of the mess, and as they headed upstairs I added, "Oh, and $5 goes to anybody who catches the pig."
They immediately started grabbing each other and yelling, "I've got it! I've got the pig! You owe me $5!"
This weekend I was saying something like, "They bought it at the..." and my preschooler supplied me with, "Store?"
"Even our 4-year-old is finishing your sentences?" Phillip asked.
Apparently I've gotten in the habit of trailing off in the middle of a sentence. I didn't really realize this. I forget the word for something, and then I just leave it at that because I figure people get the gist anyway.
Phillip listened to my explanation, shook his head and simply said, "You are going to be one crazy old lady someday..."
That's right, Phillip. Buckle up.
We fought The Man and won!
A month or so ago we got a toll violation notice in the mail, and after reading it we realized that it wasn't us. It was our plate number, but not our car's make, model, or color.
After sending them our car's registration, we got this in response:
A written apology from a government organization! I'm thinking about framing it.
Wednesday was Mismatch Day at my son's school. Every month they have a fun dress-up day of some sort or another, but I think this was my favorite.
In fact, I wish every day were Mismatch Day because we can only find one of each pair of socks, shoes, and gloves that he owns.
Phillip was excited to open the new pair of shoes he ordered online right when they arrived. His face fell as he opened up the box, though. "What??" he yelled. "These are enormous! What size did they send me?"
Upon trying them on and realizing that they fit perfectly, he had to ask, "So my feet just really look like this?"
Glad to know I'm not the only one who has these moments.
Lastly, for your entertainment, my daughter's rendering of how Yoda probably used the Force as a baby: