this morning as i was putting on my face, my three year old son was in the bathroom next to me, perched on his stool. he was busy washing his hands and chattering about who-knows-what. he shut off the water and peered into the sink, then looked up at me. he looked back at the sink and said in a dead-pan, serious voice: "mom, are there alligators down there?" alligators, indeed.
sounds: "ping, ping, whap! ping, ping, whap!"
ky: "nooo!!! stop it, mason! you're huring her!"
mason: "look ky, she's not hurt, she's still smiling!"
i peek into the room to see the boys shooting at ky's large, stuffed, smiling dora doll with a nerf gun.
the frozen food aisle at a local grocery store. me shopping with my three and five year old, both of whom are in the cart. i have a freezer door open with my head stuck inside scanning the plethora of lean cuisine options available to me. because of the hum of the freezer, i am unable to clearly hear all of the words of my darling children, but it went something like this:
i was barely tuned in as i weighed the choice of spagetti and meatballs vs. cheese ravioli. then i hear the other child:
i realize with horror what my children are saying very loudly, in public, in the freezer aisle while other shoppers snicker and stare:
ky: "mom, dad still says you stole all his money!"
ko: "yeah mom, daddy says mommy stole his money!"
my voice squeaks out a plea for them to stop talking as i try not to make a scene and strangle them.
i quickly exit the frozen food aisle, face burning in shame.
not that he had any money to steal, but i most definitely did NOT steal their dad's money. so glad he can stay mature and keep it civil for the kids. sigh.