Maybe you've noticed how I often blog conversations between my kids and myself. Part of the reason for this is I'm kind of pathetic and they are the centers of my little teeny tiny universe. So I'm trying to talk about it right now while it is still cute, not a symptom of an over attached mother who doesn't have a life.
The other reason I do it is that they are really much funnier and more interesting than I am. They just lack the mad typing skills I have (heh, heh...please don't find my ninth grade typing teacher and ask her though because that would be awkward...yeah). But mostly its just that old silly motherly pride and all of that.
Yesterday I was driving with my eight year old through some fairly icy streets. It was just the two of us (please don't ask me why he was not in school like his brother...the hemmorage is just starting to heal). He was goofing around with one of his little brother's motorized trains in the back seat when he "accidentally" launched it across the car and it banged on the door opposite his with a loud thud.
"Reer! Reer! Reer! Reer!-Thump!" went Thomas as he bravely tried to climb the door behind me. "Reer! Reer! Reer! Reer!-Thump!"
"Mom, can you reach that?"
I was in a small skid on the ice. "Um, no, I can't take my hands off the wheel."
"Well then I'm going to!"
"You, young man, will NOT take your seat belt off until the car is stopped, do you understand me?"
"Reer! Reer! Reer! Reer!-Thump!"
"Mom, that noise is making me crazy, crazy I tell you!"
"Reer! Reer! Reer! Reer!-Thump!"
"You WILL HAVE TO WAIT."
"Reer! Reer! Reer! Reer!-Thump!"
At this point the sound that came from my son was somewhere between the hacking noise my cat makes when there is a hairball issue and the unmistakeable sound of a walrus dying.
"THAT sound was much better, thanks."
"Reer! Reer! Reer! Reer!-Thump!"
"Mommy! I threw up!"
"Uh. OK. Well I don't smell anything, goober."
"I was just kidding, Mom. Playing a joke on you."
"Reer! Reer! Reer! Reer!-Thump!"
"So you've got yourself a sense of humor, do you? Who said you could have one of those?"
"Hey don't look at me, lady. I came from you, what do you expect?"
Oh gad. I'm in so much trouble.
2 comments:
I just had a panic attack that we are not actually supposed to blog about our kids...what else would I write about?!
Good thing yours are so charming...I hope the posts into the teenage years remain so good natured for you. ;-)
HOLY COW!!! He really SAID that??? Oh, the things that come from your boys' mouths amaze and amuse me. What a couple of little comedians!
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