Filed under "He Needs to do the dishes more."

After dinner, Colby asked to be excused.
Mom: "Yes.  Put the food you didn't eat in some Tupperware, and you can finish it tomorrow."
Colby: "Tupperwhat?"
Mom: "Tupperware."
Colby: "What the heck is that?"
Mom: "Tupperware?  You don't know what Tupperware is?"
Colby: "No one does.  What is that?"
Mom: "The plastic containers with the lids?"
Colby: "Oh, like that clear wrap?"
Mom: "NO!!"
Quinn: "You don't know what Tupperware is?"
Colby: "Like you do."
Quinn: "Yes.  I do.  It's this!"  And he goes into the kitchen, and digs around in my Tupperware cupboard, making a horrific mess and bringing out one rectangular container.
Colby: "Oh.  That must have a different name."
Mom: "Yes.  It does.  It's called Tupperware."

Good Grief.

Conversation In the Car

On the way to school today, Colby said something unkind to his sister.  As he tends to do.

Mom: "Colby, that was not kind."
Colby: "Well, it wasn't mean.  It just wasn't necessarily nice."
Mom: "It was mean, Colby.  You need to show kindness in order to receive kindness."
Colby: "That's totally untrue."
Mom: "No it's not.  Kindness begets kindness, and it needs to start somewhere.  You should try it sometime."
Colby: "I did.  I used to be nice all the time.  And it didn't work out so well."

Hmmmmmm.  When was that??  Sounds like there's more to that story that he's not telling me!

Thanks.

We were having a slumber party, the kids and I - all piled in the bed together over Christmas Vacation.  Reagan, for some reason, asked me how old I was.

Me: "Well, figure it out."
Colby: "She's 45".
Me: "NO I'M NOT!!!"
Colby: "Well, you're close to 45.  Dad's 45."
Me: "He is.  I'm MUCH younger."
Reagan: "Well then, how old are you?"
Me: "Figure it out.  I was born in 1972, and it's now 2015."
Reagan: "I know, you're 43."
Me: "Yes."
Quinn: "See, Reagan, it went like this.  First there was Adam and Eve.  Then there was Mom."

WHAT???????  EXCUSE ME?????  I get no respect around here. 

On Mary and Joseph

Studying the Nativity story this Advent, and it was brought up that Mary was Joseph's fiancé when she conceived.  Reagan was confused as to how Mary was not considered married, when she obviously had Joseph.

Quinn: "Oh, Mary and Joseph were married when Mary became pregnant."
Mom: "No, they weren't.  He was her fiancé."
Quinn: "That's the same thing, right?  I thought fiancé was French for wife."

Hee hee.  Close, but no cigar. 

The Homemade Kicksled - also known as "chair on skiis".

Colby the Composer

Colby has been composing songs on the piano lately, and doing a fabulous job.  He's got a good ear.  I get the biggest kick out of listening to him.  This one is called "Viking's Throne". 

A Diamonte Poem, By Quinn Aho

Good, Evil
Doing something right or wrong
Sin and dark
God and light
Nice, helpful
Holy