Kid Convos

They are 8 and 5 for these exchanges.  Just typical of their interactions, one fights with her words, the other with her fists.

(actual photo.  Possibly their first fist fight.)


The younger one has the sharing bag, and is looking for something to put in it that starts with the letter N.

BG: You could bring in a nuisance.
LG: I don't HAVE a nuisance!
BG: Will you fit in the bag?

(punching)

LG (eating carrots): I'm serious!  It's yogurt, it's orange, and you eat it with your hands.
BG: Did you know that eating orange yogurt with your hands is a sign of low intelligence?  Besides, it shouldn't crunch like that.
LG: It's frozen yogurt!

(more punching)

Are They Knockin' Your Socks Off?

My 9 year old has always been very serious and had a vocabulary beyond her years.  She picks up phrases from all around her, and it was a constant source of amusement when she was little.  This is her watching Americas' Got Talent.  I think she was just turned five at the time.


Big girl:  What on EARF?  (it was a sort of Bollywood performance)

and later on: Are they knockin' your socks off? They're knockin' my socks off.

Comparing Kids

As I am gathering my memories, photos, and old scraps of information for this blog, I ran across this little gem.  Since, I'd just posted the photo of my younger daughter's kindergarten goal sheet, I thought the two photos made a very obvious contrast between the two girls' personalities.

This is my older daughter's from the start of kindergarten.  She started carrying around a little planner when she was 4 and wrote down things in it all the time.  As she was preparing for kindergarten, she felt the need to have her schedule all written out.

You Can't Change Crap

As I change the focus of my blog, I fear I will have to allow people to know things about me that maybe I don't like to always admit.  The first one is going to come out eventually, so let's get it out of the way now.

Admission #1: I may have a bit of a potty mouth.  It was MUCH worse before I had children.  Once my older one got big enough to start repeating the stuff that came out of my mouth, I realized I needed to watch it.  Crap is a word I still use way too often.

So, there we were, riding along in our car.  The big girl was about five and the little girl was just over two years old.  All of a sudden, a keening reached our ears in the front.  We pulled over, thinking the big girl had been injured.  Finally calming her enough to get her to speak so we could understand her, she cried out, "you HAVE to change her diaper!  It smells sooooo bad."  Much retching and more wailing followed, so you could just barely hear the little girl pipe up from the back seat, "It's just crap.  You can't change crap."