“Daddy Burnd it! He Did!” or, Hilarious Things Said Today…

Ever have one of those days where your kids open their mouth and all you can do is laugh or say, “wait…WHAT??”

Well, that pretty well describes my life today.  A has undergone another language explosion and has been coming out with 2 and 3 word sentences spontaneously, which is fabulous…for the most part.  Today, though, it has been rather interesting.

My morning started with my daughter standing on her bed, butt-naked yelling, “I NAKEY BABY!”

Yep, she has grasped the concept of “naked” pretty well I’d say.  I have to admit though, when the day starts like that, it’s kind of hard to be in a bad mood. Yes, I’m still laughing over it.  What can I say, I’m easily amused!

The rest of the day was quieter (except for therapy, but that’s a whole other can of worms) until bedtime when A was looking at the burner covers on our stove as I warmed up her pillow.  Okay, that might require a bit of explaining.

A has sleeping problems.  No, let me rephrase that. She has sleeping issues.  What’s the difference you ask?  Easy.  Problems can be solved, issues make headlines.  Or, in this case, wake up the whole house on a regular basis.  I decided to try aromatherapy to see if it would help.  Okay, stop rolling your eyes and hear me out.  This stroke of genius came when A was sick a while back.  To help ease her congestion, I cut the sleeve off one of my old long sleeved shirts and filled it with rice mixed with herbal tea (from a tea bag).  When it was warmed up, it smelled really relaxing and she snuggled on it and slept with no problems.  It’s now part of our nightly ritual to warm up her “snuggie pillow” in the microwave before she goes to bed.  And, yes, it does help her settle and sleep.  Now, when she wakes up, she’ll snuggle that and usually go back to sleep on her own.

Where was I?  Oh, right, the burner covers.  As I’m holding A, she looks down at the burner covers and exclaims, “Oh dear!  Daddy burnd it!  Wook Mommy!  Daddy burnd it!”

After I managed to control my giggles, I responded that I knew the cover was burned and that yes, Daddy had burned it accidentally.  A took this very seriously and continued to exclaim, “Daddy burnd it!  He di Mommy!  He ditit!”

Yes, she was quite concerned that I had to know that Daddy burned the cover.  She continued to exclaim over it all the way to bed (which thankfully is a short distance), pausing only long enough to say good night to her big brother.

With A in bed I was sadly under the delusion that my, “Wait, what?” moments were done for the day.

Her big brother seemed to feel that it was his duty to make my evening a bit more interesting.  G is almost seven, incredibly curious, and very bright.  No, that’s not my parental bias talking.  I’m merely repeating what his teachers have told me.  Oh, and he’s all boy.  I mean that in the best possible way.  Most of the time.

Moving on, while I checked on his progress in the shower, he for some reason decided it was time to ask Mommy some “facts of life” questions.  Don’t get me wrong, I expect these questions and have no problem with them, except when I’m when I’m blind-sided.  Like tonight.  He wanted more details than I was expecting.  Apparently the children’s “Where Babies Come From” book he found at the library was to general for him.


On the upside, since he’s almost 7, he informed me that he’s never going to get near a girl anyhow and he’ll live all by himself, thank you very much.  Girls are gross.  Except for mommy and A, and YaYa (his aunt)…and Auntie L…and Aunt K…and Aunt M and K…but Omi doesn’t count because she’s Omi.  Same for his Grandma.   Yeah, that’s everyone, he thinks.

I love my son.  Sometimes it’s just nice to have a “normal” moment at the end of the day.

Now to put my feet up, level some class books for my momma, and watch Big Bang Theory.   Yeah, life is good.