So my SIL is in town this weekend. Hubby and I tried to have a few activities outside the house so the kids wouldn't hang all over her all day long. Today we went to this small theater in town. It features kids as the actors! We went to see some skits from Schoolhouse Rock. They were pretty good, except now I have the song from "The Preamble" stuck in my head. "We the people, in order to form a more perfect union, yada yada yada..."
On the way home, we somehow got on the subject of who my mom is... Genius said, "Well, gramma H is your mom, right, mom?" I had to explain that, no, that's daddy's mommy, my mommy is gramma choo choo (don't ask). Genius contemplates this fact for a moment. Then he launches into his logical argument,"Oh, ok, gramma choo choo had you, then you had me, and then I had Bruiser." Um, no. Since I was driving in heavy traffic, and it's not good to choke/laugh and drive at the same time, I explained - briefly - that I ALSO had Bruiser, he did not. Bruiser is his BROTHER, not his son.
This must have bored Genius, because he said, "MOM can we get chocolate milk at Starbucks?"
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
So embarassing....
The other night Bruiser and I were looking at a train book before bed. Well, let's just say we've looked at this book every night for the last month and a half. And we have to look at it twice, every night.
Needless to say, it gets a little tedious. Granted, it's mostly a picture book, but I kinda get sick of seeing the same snow plow train every night, 2x. I've taken to asking Bruiser all kinds of questions so he'll talk about the pictures. I know, I know, it makes it more interesting for me, but he's getting something out of it. Or, at least I thought.
So there we are, looking through this &*((%^ book again. You're supposed to guess what kind of train goes with the question on the page. I keep guessing the wrong trains on purpose so Bruiser will learn which is a track cleaning train, etc. Sometimes we just make up questions.
Anyway, we are almost at the end of the book, and I've "guessed" wrong on each page. Mind you, Bruiser is only 4. Apropos of nothing, he turns to me and says,"Mom, you're not very smart."
The things we moms do to teach our kids....
Needless to say, it gets a little tedious. Granted, it's mostly a picture book, but I kinda get sick of seeing the same snow plow train every night, 2x. I've taken to asking Bruiser all kinds of questions so he'll talk about the pictures. I know, I know, it makes it more interesting for me, but he's getting something out of it. Or, at least I thought.
So there we are, looking through this &*((%^ book again. You're supposed to guess what kind of train goes with the question on the page. I keep guessing the wrong trains on purpose so Bruiser will learn which is a track cleaning train, etc. Sometimes we just make up questions.
Anyway, we are almost at the end of the book, and I've "guessed" wrong on each page. Mind you, Bruiser is only 4. Apropos of nothing, he turns to me and says,"Mom, you're not very smart."
The things we moms do to teach our kids....
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