Ellie: “Mom, you remember that one day? Daddy stayed home and you told me to take him water. And we thought he was sick? You remember that?”
Me: “Um … sure.”
Ellie: “We have lots of memories, don’t we?”
Yes, we do have lots of memories. Knowing the leaky state of mine, I’m writing them down. September’s quotes seem to fit into basic categories.
Potty Talk (seemingly the funniest thing in our house according to my children)
Rick, spoken to another driver on our way to church: “Get off my butt!”
Zach: “Daddy, you said ‘butt.'” (Zach and Ellie start giggling.)
Rick: “No, I didn’t.”
Me: “Yes, you did.”
Rick: “I did? Oh. Sorry.”
Zach: “Daddy, you’re so silly! You said ‘butt’ and we’re not in the BATHROOM! We’re in the CAR!” (The backseat then filled with hysterical laughter from both children.)
Ellie: “I have a ‘squita bite on my oboe and it is KILLING me!”
Translation: I have a mosquito bite on my elbow and it really, really itches.
Ellie: “Mommy, I want a snack. Can you give me chores?”
Translation: What are my snack choices?
Me: “Ellie, will you help me set the table?”
Ellie: “Yes, Mommy! I’ll get the underwear!”
Translation: I’ll get the silverware.
Zach’s Stories (For some reason they always involve aggressive crocodiles.)
Rick: “What did you guys do today?”
Zach: “I played trains and then we went to the park and Ellie was teasing me because the crocodile bit my head and I don’t like that!”
Zach: “This one time I went to work with Daddy and I got stuck on a flagpole and I was so scared and I couldn’t get down because the rocks were too slippery. And then a crocodile bit my head.”
Ellie to Zach: “You’re going to grow up and be a real man someday. You’ll be a daddy to your children and — ”
Zach: “Ummmm … not today.”
Me: “Honey, I need you to wait just a minute.”
Ellie: “Um, Mommy? I actually don’t like waiting.”
And then we have hopscotch, camera-shy girls and silly-faced boys.