Marcus: Mom, if you were a character in a comic book, and there was a web site about the comic book, and there was a page for your character on the web site, your famous quote would be "Rocket science this is not."
Posts tagged with thingstheysay
In the car on the way home from Thanksgiving, with Abigail wailing and Rebecca singing to her and me swiftly succumbing to Madeline's cold.
Rebecca: Mom, do you know any other Christmas carols I can sing to her?
Me: My throat is sore and I have no voice.
Rebecca: I don't know the words to that one.
While reviewing Flickr images for a web site banner, Marcus poked his nose over my shoulder.
Marcus: What is all that?
Me: Yarn.
Marcus: That's a lot of yarn.
Me: Yes, it is.
Marcus: So, do they have yarn making machines?
Me: Yes, they're called spinning wheels.
Marcus: Oooooooh.
Me: Madeline, you're tired.
Madeline: No, I'm not, I'm Madeline!
Me: … and then we'll have cake.
Madeline: Happy birthdays!
Me: That's right, it's Becca's birthday.
Madeline: No, my birthdays.
Me: Nice try.
Yesterday was the third midwife appointment. Very regular checkup, I'm kind of an old hat at this. Madeline got to sit on my lap and the midwife showed her an illustration of a baby at about the right size and she pointed out arms and legs and ears and whatnot. Then Madeline got to push the button that turns on the Doppler so we could hear the heartbeat.
Last night…
Madeline: See baby now!
Me: Okay.
Madeline: Jelly button?
Me: Yes, that's my jelly button.
Madeline: Push button! Heart!
Me: Yes, you heard the baby's heart.
Madeline: Baby inside?
Me: Yes, the baby is inside.
Madeline: Door?
Me: …
…the four women's gymnastics events are hanging, falling, jumping, and dancing. Her favorite is hanging.
A package arrived today and I handed it off to Marcus on my way to the kitchen to wash dishes. I was up to my elbows in suds when he stomped into the kitchen, glaring at me. "Mom, I do not want to learn how to eat fried worms
"Mom, you sound like a snort!"
"Yeah, well, consider yourself lucky that you don't have allergies and bring me a tissue or four."
"Okay, Snort."
Whatever.
"Mom, Mom, the tooth fairy did not come!"
I, in my pre-coffee, just waking up state, exclaimed, "Aw, crumb." I paused to figure out exactly how much of a whopper I wanted to tell. "I'm sure she'll come tonight, I'll bet there was too much noise downstairs for her to come last night."
"Oh, okay. You need to go to bed early so there will not be so much noise tonight, Mom. You and Papa."
"Yes, Marcus."
I am such a horrible mother. Between the excitement of adopting Heather from Spay/Neuter, Inc. and bearings going bad in a U-joint ("Dear, is it really supposed to sound like something's dying under the car?") and giving Franklin (the other cat) a bath and generally riding herd on the kids, making the crucial substitution of money for tooth had completely slipped my mind.
It doesn't help that Matthew, now that he is awake, is sitting next to me smirking and saying, "Bad Jennifer! Bad!".