My children look forward to the ritual buying of back-to-school sneakers. This shopping trip usually brings great excitement. However, my third son inherits so many hand-me-downs that I had lost track of his proper size and I believed him when he told me he needed a size 4 shoe.
When I arrived home, I was dismayed to realize his sneakers were a size too big. He, on the other hand, was thrilled with them so I let him wear them for a bit on the living-room carpet. The day I returned and replaced them with the proper size he said, ï¿½Now Iï¿½m just plain old Sam again.ï¿½
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When my little brother was learning his right and left hands, he asked my mother what my dad's right name was. "John," replied my mother. The kid came right back at her with, "So, what's his left name?"
The other day my 8 yr old daughter and 9 yr old niece were trying to sneak water balloons past us at my parents house. My Mom (GranMama) saw them and called them into the living room and wanted to know what they were doing with the balloons.
Jordan (my daughter) said they were babies and they were having to "nursure" them.
Apparently the girls had seen an episode of "That's so Raven" where the teens had to take care of eggs for a home ec project - treating them like babies.
But Jordan got confused on the word "nurture", she thought it was short for the word "nursery", so said "nursure".
We instructed the girls to make bassinets out of the sinks in the bathroom and managed not to die laughing until they left the room. <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />
When my son was little, he had the absolute worst case of "Why?" I've ever seen. (Come to think of it, he hasn't really outgrown it at 15!) I know he was just keeping me engaged and trying to hold my attention, but one day I was worn out. He said "why?" I said, "Why not?" He was blissfully silent for oh, maybe five minutes; smiling and twinkling for the duration. I was pretty proud of that one. <img src="/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />
I was in the grocery store this morning. I fell a couple of days ago over the dishwasher door. This morning I fell because I lost my balance putting a 24 thing of cokes under the buggy. The handle broke and I fell. More embarassed than anything, but my son was concerned. I told him I lost my balance again. He said "Well, we need to find it". I agree before I am in the ER.
Dove is a body products co. They started an ad campaign using "real sized " women in underwear, to increase the esteem of women and girls. Anyway, with a proof of purchase you could send for a free Tshirt. I did, it came yesterday. I love it. It says "Be yourself, be beautiful" Sam (my 9 year old)looked at it and said, "Yes I like it when you are yourself, and hugged me." Now could this mean, instead of in an insane rant? Oh well, different interpretations, for different folks.
I spent Sunday trying to create an "old man's" beard, after my son confessed that he promised he would bring one for Monday's school play/concert. I found some gray fur in the hood of an old winter jacket. (no Sunday shopping here)
Gone are the days of sweet little boy outfits for concert day. Now it's which scruffy T-shirt and jeans can they slip by me. Dressing civilized is so un-cool.