While I was reading Connor a book tonight—a rhyming funny book about dinosaurs--he said something…
ME: “…dinosaur {something} and dinosaur fat.”
HIM: “Oh-like you Momma”
I looked over at him. Paused. And seriously considered pushing him off of his own bed.
I don’t think I would ever push my 5-year-old son off of his own bed out of spite. Tempting though. Especially when the boy that causes me grief to no end just called me fat like the dinosaurs.
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Stormy:
“Mom-why do you have those purple marks on your belly?”
“Because. They are stretch marks from my tummy being so stretched from having all of you babies.”
“Look Mom. I have some on my hand!!”
I looked at her hand.
“Stormy, those are veins.”
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Shayne made me a note tonight. She got into a little bit of trouble earlier.
I’m not going to type letter for letter what she said…because I would have to go get it out of my room and I don’t feel like climbing the stairs…again.
BUT she said… I’m sorry for not listening to you. Will you please forgive me?
And then she drew a bunny on the page.
I told her of course I forgive her. It wasn’t that big of a deal but she really needs to listen to me.
She said: “Yeah. But do you like my bunny?”
Gotta love it.
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