I was told by a lady with a wondering eye that she had glasses just like Olive when she was a baby.
Hmmmm.....
Not what I wanted to hear from a lady with a wondering eye considering that is what we are trying to prevent for Olive.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Who you callin' a tool!
I was lecturing Isaac yesterday about not playing with my sewing pins,
"They're tools not toys!"
That is my thing, tools not toys. I say that to him a lot and this time he came back with this response,
"You're a TOOL mom!"
You can imagine my angered response,
"Wwhhat!"
First of all where the heck did he learn to call someone a "tool" and second of all I can NOT believe he just called me that!
He got all offended I was mad,
"Yeah, you can fix anything mom."
he.. he.. a tool!
Lets just say the anger left my face and was replaced with a smile.
And by the way being called a "tool" when you think it is meant as derogatory comment is VERY offensive! I do not recommend it.
"They're tools not toys!"
That is my thing, tools not toys. I say that to him a lot and this time he came back with this response,
"You're a TOOL mom!"
You can imagine my angered response,
"Wwhhat!"
First of all where the heck did he learn to call someone a "tool" and second of all I can NOT believe he just called me that!
He got all offended I was mad,
"Yeah, you can fix anything mom."
he.. he.. a tool!
Lets just say the anger left my face and was replaced with a smile.
And by the way being called a "tool" when you think it is meant as derogatory comment is VERY offensive! I do not recommend it.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
yougert store = surprises
It seems like every time I go to our local yogurt store I encounter a surprise. The first I might not have told you about, but when John and I went the other week we were enjoying our frozen treat when I notice John looking out the window all confused and then searching for his car keys
" Hey isn't that our car?" he asks me
Confused I lean over to peek out the window and there is a guy sitting in our front seat trying to start the car with a key that obviously is not working.
He then looks up to see me and John starring at him. He looks around the the car, makes a freaked out face, then he jumps out of the car all embarrassed and proceeds to come inside and explain that he has a rental car and it looks just like ours and he is so sorry.
The funny thing about this story is that he drove away in a Matrix! We have a mini van! About DOUBLE the size of a Matrix. It was the exact same color, I will give him that.
On Monday I took Isaac after school to the same establishment to congratulate him on a job well done in his Karate class. Just as we were about to leave a boy from his school was just coming in.
"HI ISAAC!"
"HI DYLAN!"
So they are there just chit chatting when Dylan goes on to blurt out this:
"My birthday is in two days! I am going to have a party, but my mom says you can't come because you are too wild."
My jaw nearly hit the ground!
" But... you can come if you want! I will tell my mom, shes not gonna be very happy about it though."
The rest of the conversation was lost because by then I just started to giggle. I could not believe what I just heard. Kids DO say the darnedest things. He is just lucky he was there with his grandma and not his mother because I don't know what she would have said to THAT. She would have been so embarrassed. Maybe she would have just pretended not to hear him divulge all this information. I know his grandma didn't hear because she was ordering her yogurt.
Anyway it hurts to find out what parents really think of your kids. The funny thing is is that her son is the one that gets Isaac all riled up when they are together. They are in different kindergarten class rooms but I have always told John that they would for sure be BFF if they were in the same class. Maybe I should ask his mom for a play date and see what happens.
Hmm, I wonder what will be waiting for me the next time I get a craving for some frozen yogurt?
" Hey isn't that our car?" he asks me
Confused I lean over to peek out the window and there is a guy sitting in our front seat trying to start the car with a key that obviously is not working.
He then looks up to see me and John starring at him. He looks around the the car, makes a freaked out face, then he jumps out of the car all embarrassed and proceeds to come inside and explain that he has a rental car and it looks just like ours and he is so sorry.
The funny thing about this story is that he drove away in a Matrix! We have a mini van! About DOUBLE the size of a Matrix. It was the exact same color, I will give him that.
On Monday I took Isaac after school to the same establishment to congratulate him on a job well done in his Karate class. Just as we were about to leave a boy from his school was just coming in.
"HI ISAAC!"
"HI DYLAN!"
So they are there just chit chatting when Dylan goes on to blurt out this:
"My birthday is in two days! I am going to have a party, but my mom says you can't come because you are too wild."
My jaw nearly hit the ground!
" But... you can come if you want! I will tell my mom, shes not gonna be very happy about it though."
The rest of the conversation was lost because by then I just started to giggle. I could not believe what I just heard. Kids DO say the darnedest things. He is just lucky he was there with his grandma and not his mother because I don't know what she would have said to THAT. She would have been so embarrassed. Maybe she would have just pretended not to hear him divulge all this information. I know his grandma didn't hear because she was ordering her yogurt.
Anyway it hurts to find out what parents really think of your kids. The funny thing is is that her son is the one that gets Isaac all riled up when they are together. They are in different kindergarten class rooms but I have always told John that they would for sure be BFF if they were in the same class. Maybe I should ask his mom for a play date and see what happens.
Hmm, I wonder what will be waiting for me the next time I get a craving for some frozen yogurt?
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