The Musician

Colby has found the love of his life... the flute.  He's decided it's his calling.  He loves the flute in Japanese-inspired songs, and has come up with our family band, consisting of Mom on the piano, Colby on the flute, Quinn on the trumpet, and Reagan on the harp.  We'd make quite the quartet, wouldn't we??  Next year in 4th grade, he gets to join the school band, and Colby CAN'T WAIT.  He's been trying to decide on his "instrument" for a full year now....

Quinn picked the trumpet after about 30 nanoseconds of thought, because "it's totally easy to play, since it only has 3 buttons".  Hmmmmm.

Marriage

Continued dinner table convo -

Colby: "You know Mom and Dad, sometimes people don't get married just because they like the other person's looks."

Mom & Dad: "Oh yeah?"

Colby: "Sometimes, people get married because they're actually friends!!"

You didn't learn that on t.v. son. 

Colby: "I mean, even two ugly people can get married to each other because they're friends!"

Well, whatta ya know.

Being Called

Topic of conversation at dinner tonight, since we witnessed one yesterday - ordinations. 

Dad: "So boys, do you understand what an ordination is?"
Quinn: "Yeah, it's when someone becomes a pastor or a priest."
Colby: "Yeah."
Dad:  "Is that a career path you guys might consider?"
Quinn (snorting): "Uhhhhh.... God does not appear to be calling me in that direction."

You never know, son.  Never know. 

Oh, How He Will Freak Out About This Someday.....

Colby was running around outside after church, and fell on the concrete, skinning his elbow and his knee.  The wounds were pretty significant - enough to rip (yet another) pair of church pants, and cause profuse bleeding from his elbow.

Colby (in tears):  "Mom, I'm bleeding!  I can't make it stop!"
Mom: "Well, I don't have any bandages here.  You'll have to wait until we get home."
Colby: "But it's soaking through the paper towel!  It won't stop bleeding!"

OK, then.  In the interest of not getting my car seats soaked in blood, we'll do something.  I wordlessly handed him a Kotex from my secret stash.

Colby: "What do I do with THIS?"
Mom: "Open it up, and put the padding against your elbow."

(seconds pass)
Colby: "Mom, I don't get this.  This is the weirdest Band-Aid I've ever seen.  The sticky part is on the OUTSIDE!"

Mom: "Just wrap something around it to hold it on there.  It'll work."

He wore the kotex on his arm for a good 45 minutes, until the bleeding finally stopped.

Mom to the rescue.

REALLY?!?!

I wasn't here for this conversation, but believe me... I heard ALL about it when I got home from work.  Apparently, at dinner, Dad was reminiscing about his youth.... how he would stay outdoors all day long, riding his bike around wherever he chose, without parental supervision.  He was fondly recalling his escapades with a  bb gun, and the fact that he never wore a seatbelt in the car.  Oh... and his motorized dirt bike.  Don't forget THAT.

Colby: "Mom would NEVER let us do any of that stuff!"
Quinn: "Geez, dad.  Why'd you have to marry such an overprotective woman???"

Thanks for this, hubby.  I brought to his attention that OUR children have had no less than THIRTY visits to the emergency room for various injuries stemming from their "adventures" - and those were WITH supervision.  Given what they do with sticks - could you imagine what they'd do with actual BB GUNS????  He concurred, but thought Quinn's comment was just HILARIOUS. 

I am being slandered on a daily basis as an angry, overprotective mother.  I don't get no respect around here.

Good Grief

Quinn: "It must be so great bossing kids around."
Rob: "I wouldn't know."
Mom: "No.  It's not."
Quinn: "Well, I just yelled at Colby.  I felt so alive!"