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?"
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