A package arrived today and I handed it off to Marcus on my way to the kitchen to wash dishes. I was up to my elbows in suds when he stomped into the kitchen, glaring at me. “Mom, I do not _want_ to learn [amazon asin=”0440445450″]how to eat fried worms[/amazon]!”
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Seasonal Allergies
“Mom, you sound like a snort!”
“Yeah, well, consider yourself lucky that you don’t have allergies and bring me a tissue or four.”
“Okay, Snort.”
Whatever.
Shirking
“Mom, Mom, the tooth fairy did not come!”
I, in my pre-coffee, just waking up state, exclaimed, “Aw, crumb.” I paused to figure out exactly how much of a whopper I wanted to tell. “I’m sure she’ll come tonight, I’ll bet there was too much noise downstairs for her to come last night.”
“Oh, okay. You need to go to bed early so there will not be so much noise tonight, Mom. You and Papa.”
“Yes, Marcus.”
I am such a horrible mother. Between the excitement of adopting Heather from Spay/Neuter, Inc. and bearings going bad in a U-joint (“Dear, is it really supposed to sound like something’s dying under the car?”) and giving Franklin (the other cat) a bath and generally riding herd on the kids, making the crucial substitution of money for tooth had completely slipped my mind.
It doesn’t help that Matthew, now that he is awake, is sitting next to me smirking and saying, “Bad Jennifer! Bad!”.
Excuses
Marcus: Mom, I had to get Becca wet with the hose because we don’t have a swimming pool. If we had a swimming pool, I wouldn’t have to use the hose.
Sweet Rolls
The conversation went something like this:
“Hon, I’d like to visit my parents for Easter.”
“But I can’t come with! How is that a vacation?”
“I’ll make a big batch of sweet rolls before I leave.”
“Okay!”
An Answer For Everything
Rebecca: “Mama, can a snowman fly?”
Me: “No, Becca. In the movies and on television and in make-believe, snowmen can fly, but real snowmen that are made out of snow can’t fly.”
Marcus: “But Mom, we can make a snowman out of cardboard and put it on a string and fly it like a kite, and then the snowman will be flying.”
Me: “Okay… but… .”
Rebecca: “Can a snowman hop?”
Me: “No, Becca, snowmen are made out of snow and are not alive. They cannot hop.”
Marcus: “But Mom, we can build a snowman on a jackhammer and then it will hop.”
Words fail me.
The one ring
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.
Until, when chance came, it ensnared another bearer.
Galadriel, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)
“Yes, I’d like to make appointments for well-child checkups, please.”