My kids keep me young. That must be why I have gray hair. Here’s what I’ve been hearing lately.
S. love, my six-year-old:
Mom, don’t get distracted. I’m here to see the Hot Wheels. (while at Target)
You need to go to love management. (for giving him too many hugs)
Mommy I like our house, but we need a hot tub. (after spending time at Grandpa’s clubhouse)
Do you want to know my favorite shade of green? Acid green.
Get the beeping, beep, beep out of here. (First words when I woke him up. Yes, he did say “beep.” )
H. darling, my nine-year-old
I get to celebrate my freedom by not listening to you and playing video games. (On the 4th of July!)
Why do they call it chili if it’s supposed to be hot? (He knows about chiles. Just thought I should capture this innocent moment.)
I’ll let you call me adorable all summer if you let us buy that castle. (Said to me)
I found a way to get S. to have fun. I’ve taken rational measures. Like he can play with unlimited Lego pieces, so long as he checks with me first, and a few toys, which is nothing to me. (We were going roller skating and S. didn’t want to go. Unfortunately, his plan did not work. S. did not skate. Did not even attempt it.)