In the "Don't Sit So Close To Me" Department

Quinn was sitting on my lap this evening.  He was looking at me WAY too close. 

"Mom, what are those bumps on your chin?  My chin doesn't have those."  Uhhh... zits, Quinn.  Yours are on their way in about 10 years or so.

"Mom, what's inside your nose.  HAIR??? You have HAIR in your nose???"  So do you, Quinn.  You just can't look up your own nostrils.  "Mom, there can't be HAIR in your nose!  That's the path to your brain!!  Boogers come from your brain out your nose!"

"Mom, why are your lips scaly?"  Time to retouch the lipstick. 

Before he could say  more (which was definitely on the way, given how intently he was studying my face) I told him not look so closely at me.  So he scooched back, squinted his eyes, and continued staring.  Then he started messing with my hair, and told me he was going to make me "pretty".  That's a tall order, my son.  Tall order.

Where Jesus Lives

The other day, the boys and I were having a conversation about Heaven.  They wanted to know where it was.  EXACTLY.  Like, on the other side of the earth, then straight up? Where?  I couldn't give them as concrete an answer as they wanted, and both boys were getting frustrated.  Finally, Colby said "I know Mom.  Heaven's on a really fluffy cloud."  OK, I told him.  You're right.  It's on a cloud.

Well, tonight at church, Colby was paying close attention to the stained glass windows.  He suddenly hit me on the shoulder, pointed to a window, and said (in an overly loud voice, right in the middle of mass)  "See Mom!  I told you Jesus lives on a cloud!"

What I find out After School

PART I:
Q&C:  "Hey Mom, we had breakfast at school today!"
Mom: "What????  I didn't pay for you to have breakfast!"
Q&C: "You don't have to.  They give it to you for free.  We have the secret code."
Mom: "Uhhhhhh......"

I'm about to get a bill in the mail.  Dang boys.  They HAD a full breakfast before they left the house!



PART II:
Mom: "Colby, were you a good boy at school today?  Did you have to move your clip?"
Colby: "Well, I didn't move my clip all the way to red.  Just to yellow."
Mom: "Why did you have to move it to yellow?"
Colby: "Mom, it's really tricky.  The teacher said 'Colby, this is your second warning!', but I never heard her the first time!!"

AHHH.   The selective hearing problem we have at home!

PART III: 
Quinn, I think, has a little crush on his teacher.  He sent her this email today, asking her out on a date tomorrow....
"can u come to my soccer game on saturday 245 at huron town



quinn"
 
When I asked Quinn if he liked his teacher, all he would say is "She sure doesn't let us get many drinks at school".  hee hee.

Healthy Foods

Rob and I have started a much-needed diet.  This has a trickle-down effect on the boys, as I'm not about to cook them a separate meal each and every time.  Colby has had it.  He put his head down on the table and began sobbing tonight at dinner.

Colby:  "Squash!  Why is there squash EVERY SINGLE NIGHT???  Squash squash squash!  I can't eat it anymore!!!"

His Oscar will be arriving soon, I'm sure. Oh, the drama. 

Notes from School

Second day of school, and I've already gotten my first email from the teacher.  Colby decided to color himself with markers at school.  Followers of this blog know that this is not the first time the boy has done such a thing, although it's the first time it's happened at school.  I'm hoping it's washable.  And also hoping this isn't going to be another LOOONGG school year :(

Post Script:  When I talked to Colby when he got home from school, he at first denied everything.  When I asked him why his palms were red, he just said "I don't know".  After I grounded him for lying to me (a far more serious offense then marking himself up) he broke down and said "But MOM!  There's no school rule about NOT coloring yourself!!!!"

UGH. 

Kisses

Gave the boys a kiss before school today.  And then another right before they got on the bus.

Quinn: "Oh, Mom, good thing you gave me another one, because the first one dried up!"

Got to keep those kisses fresh, you know!

Football - A Study in the Back Yard