Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Saliva
Mom! Devon got his saliva on me!
Sebastian, age 5
Monday, January 20, 2003
Devon’s “I Have a Dream”
I have a dream that everyone in the world could always get along and settle differences without hurting each other. I have a dream that no one would steal land or money or children from anyone else. I have a dream that anyone who wants to can go to school even if they are poor. I have a dream that there would never be any slavery and that all people no matter if they are men or women or children or if they have different colored skin can be free and do what they want. I have a dream that all families can be together and love each other forever.
Sebastian’s “I Have a Dream”
I have a dream that there would be no more poor people. No burglers would try to take things from other people and every kid could be safe and not get kidnapped. I have a dream that doctors will be able to cure everyone so that no one would have to get sick and die. I have a dream that everyone in the world could know what it is like to be very happy.
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Here, Have My Cold
Another from JournalMama:
Shannon has a cold, and she’s been asking who she can give it
to. Can she give it to her baby sister? What about her
brother? I’ve told her several times that she doesn’t need to
give it to anyone. Finally, she says, “Well then, how will I
get rid of it?“
Polka Dots
Journal Mama writes:
We were waiting outside Shannon’s preschool one afternoon and
one of her friends pulled in beside her. Shannon (age 4) looked
into the next car and said,
“There’s Jessica. She’s got polka dots on her face.“
“They’re called freckles, honey.“
“Oh, I thought they were called polka dots.“
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
That’s What Little Girls Are Made Of Alright
Loretta writes:
Lauren and I were discussing the “Power Puff Girls,“ and I asked her what they were made of. She said, “Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice, and Chemical X.“
Then she said, “But Mom, that’s just make-believe, because if you tried that, you’d just blow up your house.“
Sunday, January 12, 2003
It Burns!
On our way home from Walmart, the boys were discussing how they were going to spend their Sunday. To throw them off I said, “Tomorrow? Oh, no, tomorrow you guys have to go to school!“ They both protested that the next day was Sunday and that they had no school. Rats… foiled by the wretched school system again.
“Well then,“ I explained calmly, “I guess you didn’t hear. You’re going to Sunday school. Yep, you guys are going to church with the neighbors.“
Devon shriekd, “No! NO! It burns! It burns!“
Wednesday, January 01, 2003
In Black and White
Dan took the boys to play video games at a pizza place recently. The game they played was some fighting shoot ‘em up game that Mommy would NOT approve of. Eh, whatever, I wasn’t there.
Anyhow, they were discussing the game over pizza afterward. The conversation went something like this:
Devon: Sebastian, you gotta learn to shoot those black guys faster. You let most of them go.
Bastian: Yeah, but it was really hard with those white guys in the way. I didn’t want to shoot the white ones.
Devon: Yeah, but sometimes you have to shoot the white men to get to the black men. You’ll never get to be powerful if you don’t shoot ALL of the black men
Ok, to explain things, the “black men” were the ninjas in black clothes, the “white people” were the innocents who worked at the laboratory where this was all going on and they were wearing white lab coats. My kids aren’t racist, I swear!
Friday, December 27, 2002
Ow!
Jenica recently had a well baby checkup all inclusive with vaccinations. She was, as is to be expected, none too thrilled. However, she didn’t once cry. Instead, my poor baby (not even two yet) just said, “Ow. Ow! OW! Stop it!“
Another Guest Entry from Loretta
Another one from Loretta (do check out her site, it’s really a hoot) Loretta:
While in the store one day, I bought Lauren a little bag of “Cheetos,“ which is a big treat. While munching on them she says to me, “You know, Mom, these Cheetos are dangerously cheesy.“ (and I knew it must be a slogan - they always pick up on those.) But then she said, “They’re not DANGEROUS, Mom. Just dangerously cheesy!“
Guest Entry from Loretta
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
Guest Entry from Terry
Terry submitted this adorable one. Well, I’m biased because I have a kindergartener, too. Anyhow, Terry writes:
Samantha is in kindergarten this year and having a difficult time adapting to the no talking rule. She was scolded at school and later went home to get a note signed by Mommy stating why she got in trouble. When Mommy ask her about this….her reply with hands on hips….“I just a little girl, what do they expect!“
Thanks Terry!
Sunday, November 10, 2002
Blue’s Shoes
Saturday, September 28, 2002
It Starts Young
Devon pulled a soda out of the fridge this morning. I was so shocked I didn’t respond immediately and he had that bad boy cracked open before I managed a feeble, “Devon? What ARE you doing?“
“Mom,“ he responded disdainfully, “I gotta have my caffeine before school. It’s the only way I make it through.“
Yeah. I’m sure that third grade is really tough without that jolt of legal speed. Geeze.
Monday, August 19, 2002
WARNING: Jelly Beans May Cause Death
One of the local neighbor kids spends a good deal of time over here and my kids over at his house. He was over for dinner tonight when Devon was reminiscing over memories my grandmother to the neighbor kidlet.
At some point, Sebastian interjected, “Yeah, but she’s dead now.“
“How’d she die?“ Neighbor Kidlet asked.
“Um,“ Sebastian pondered, “I think she ate too many jelly beans.“
Wednesday, August 07, 2002
I did it!
Jenica, now 18 months old, was wandering around with her diaper off due to a mild diaper rash. She walked up to me and put her hand on my knee and confided, “Mama, I did it.“
“What did you do, honey?“ I asked in my sweet oh-my-daughter-is-talking voice.
“I did it,“ she insisted again.
“Yes, sweetie, but WHAT did you do?“
She proceeded to squat down right there and grunt, then stand and point first to the spot where she was then to the kitchen. “I did it,“ she explained again. And sure enough, she had. Right. In. The. Kitchen.
Sunday, July 28, 2002
Babysitting Blues
Tuesday, July 09, 2002
Marriage or DEATH
We were teasing Devon about having a wife and kids someday. I told him I cursed him with having six daughters all one year apart. He insisted he wouldn’t ever have any kids that he just wouldn’t get married. Sebastian said, “You have to get married, Devon or else you’ll die!“
What the? “He won’t die if he doesn’t get married,“ I calmly explained.
“Yes he will,“ Sebastian said. He went on with, “His girlfriend will go pyscho if he doesn’t marry her and get a big knife and stab him.“
Well. Yeah. Probably. Talk about forced proposals. Heheh.
Sunday, June 23, 2002
Dinner Conversations
Most evenings when we’re able to have all of us together at the dinner table, we try to include the kids in conversations. Sometimes we let them take the lead, or when we get sick of hearing about Pokemon, we steer the conversation a bit. On this particular night, my husband asked Devon, “What’s your favorite thing about your brother?“
“Um,“ Devon pondered, “I guess when he’s asleep,“ Devon replied uncertainly.
Sebastian, looking quite offended crossed his arms over his chest and slumped in his chair. “And what about you, Bastian?“ I asked, “What’s your favorite thing about your brother?“
He glared first at me then at his brother then said, “Apparently nothing.“
Oh, the brotherly love.
Sunday, May 12, 2002
Big Favor
“Mommy, I did you a favor, I popped Jenica’s snot bubble for you.“
Sebastian, age 5
