To Be Completely Honest

_How did you find our site?_

My sister was drooling over the Pilot G-Tec C4 pens and pasted the link to me.

_What was your reason for buying?_

She’s very persuasive. And I get half of the pack. (Of course, I have to pay for my half of the pack.) Also, cool pens! Pens! And pencil sharpeners!

Vice Versa

I’ve just finished my shower and I’m on my way to my room when I stop to check on the kids, who are _supposed_ to be cleaning their room. Rebecca is in bed under a blanket whimpering. Marcus is frantic, jumping up and down.

“Mom, Mom, Rebecca bumped her head on the dresser!”

“Oh, dear. Okay, Rebecca, now tell me what happened.”

And she crawls out from under the blanket and it is pretty obvious that at this point, the shock of the initial injury is past and the whimpering is just looking for sympathy. “Mama, I was walking and I couldn’t see and I tripped and fell and hit my head on the dresser.”

The lights in their room are on. Every single one.

“Rebecca, why couldn’t you see? Were the lights out?”

“No, Mama, I was wearing a pillowcase on my head.”

“Rebecca, we put our head on the pillowcase, not the pillowcase on our head.”

Stuck Up For You

Today, Matthew came home with some French double doors and a double-hung window for the shed. Someone was having a yard sale and apparently had them out for sale. Total spent: $40.00. Having French doors on a shed? Priceless.

Delayed Reactions

“Mama, what happened to the wheel?”, Marcus asked.

“What wheel?”

“The wheel at the park. The park with the fire truck. The wheel is missing!”

“The wheel on the fire truck?”

“No, Mom, the wheel that you climb on and go around and around in circles and I fell off sometimes.”

“Oh, that wheel. They replaced it with the plastic playground for babies.”

“But… that’s not _fair_. I liked the wheel. Why did they take the wheel away?”

“Because they probably thought it was too dangerous.”

“But I only fell off sometimes! And it was fun!”

“Marcus, sometimes people are so scared of kids getting hurt that they take fun things away.”

“Mom, can we build a park in our backyard with a wheel in it?”

This wouldn’t be such a completely bizarre conversation if we hadn’t visited the park in question _yesterday_, and he started up at the top of his lungs frantic about the absence of the merry-go-round _today_. I guess it took awhile to register.