Following directly on the heels of a discussion about protein and chicken, with barely a breath between: B: Mama, my foot hurts. Me: I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s a lack of protein. B: I think it’s because of that ant I stepped on before I took my bath the other day. I don’t know […]
I was trying to check the weather and find out about plans for tomorrow. Blake asked me to help him with something. Me: Jack, please go help him. I’m trying to take care of tomorrow. B: Tomorrow can take care of itself. It’s very responsible.
B: Isn’t a poodle a kind of dog? Me: Yes. […]
On Wednesday, we went to the store and bought snacks and drinks for the trip. The boys wanted Ruffles Cheese and Sour Cream chips (or something like that). The first bag Jack found was a little 6 or 7 oz bag that had been stuck on the shelf in the wrong place so it was […]
B: Jack, I need to tell you: When you told me to examine my zipper, my zipper was already examed.
B: I love you, Mama. And I love Daddy and Jack and my computer.
Overheard: B: Jack! Lumberjacks are not a thing! J: Yes they are. They’re those guys who cut down trees and eat […]
B: There’s my cough again. I have no idea what’s triggering it. Dude. You’re six.
We had BBQ chicken for supper. Someone said something about sauce on their hands or the mess or something. B: That’s because Jack and Daddy use their hands. Like pigs. J: Pigs don’t have hands. B: Then how do they […]
J: Blake, don’t turn on the tv. It takes you too long to eat and we have to leave. B: But I need something to advertise me. Me, after thinking for a few seconds: Entertain you? B: Yes.
I heard Blake say something, but I didn’t catch what he said. Then I did hear this: […]
This happened a few weeks ago, but I forgot about it until someone posted something about lotion on Facebook. Blake got a cut or scrape or something on his leg. B: Can we put that stuff on it? Me: Arnica? It’s not really for this kind of thing. You can’t put it on open wounds. […]