SiLLiNeSS!

1.)  Hazel thinks that because she’s a girl she should have a monopoly on all the pink popsicles (or ANYTHING pink, for that matter)~LOL!  The pink ones taste good though, so one day Jamie got one and ATE IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER!  OH the look on her open-mouthed face~PRICELESS!  “GET HIM!” she hollered to Daddy, “GET HIM!” 

2.)  Hazel has heard me ask Daddy on different occasions how the children acted while I wasn’t around.  Now if she misbehaves she’ll come to me and say, “Mommy, I was acting.”  LOL!

3.)  During breakfast one morning Hazel got upset, because I was doing my normal table duties and cut her pancake.  OH the wailing that went up!  I didn’t understand what had happened, so she took my face in her hands and said very calmly, “But mom, you cut my pancake.”

4.)  Jamie has categorized limousines into “good limos” and “bad limos”.  The bad ones are the ones from funeral homes….

5.)  Hazel has a habit of waiting too long to go potty~and I know this because I can see her dancing around but still telling me that she doesn’t hafta go.  So this one particular day she finally agrees she has to go, and of course I’m rushing to get her there on time.  She turns to me, puts her hands out and says, “Calm down.”  As she sits to go she tells me, “You hafta RELAX to go potty!”  HA HA!

6.)  Oh wow, I had forgotten about this one~LOL!  Jamie got a Twizzler with his Easter goodies, but it turned up missing.  I saw him later with a sheet of paper on which he had drawn five people~one with a slash through them.  When I asked him about it he swore me to secrecy and shared that it was all a part of his investigation and was the suspect list of who might have taken his Twizzler.  When I asked about the person who had been crossed out he confided that it was me.  Since the Twizzler wasn’t chocolate, he knew it I wasn’t the thief.  LOLOL!

7.)  Here is a poem that tickled my darling on the Port-a-Potty at work~so much so that he worked up an entire sermon around it:

Here I sit,

tired and dirty,

Hiding out,

until 3:30.

Then someone else wrote this response:

Here you sit,

dirty and tired,

But come 3:30,

your [butt] is fired!

8.)   The Port-a-Potties continue to be a great source of amusement and fascination for my darling.  Gone are the days of, “For a good time call…”  It has been replaced with deep and philosophical/religious and political discussions, and my darling has taken to calling them a forum.  Sometimes as many as six or more people weigh in~he was last telling me about a NAFTA discussion and concluded, “It’s a PORT-A-POTTY, people!”   

9.)  Sadly there are also a lot of racial slurs shared in the Port-a-Potties too.  I can’t imagine working so closely to these people and then seeing this stuff written about you.  One did tickle him though~the person wrote, “(Racial slur for a certain group of people) are stupid”, only they very poorly misspelled “stupid”.  Not trying to be cute either, i.e. “stoopid”.  Someone else drew an arrow pointing to “stupid” and wrote, “That’s what’s called irony!”  HA HA!

 

How did I forget?  ETA:

10.)  I’ve shared about our birthday cakes~that the birthday child chooses what kind of cake they want.  This means a homemade, unattractive mommy cake with a toy matching their desription on the top.  Well, poor Jamie!  On his ninth birthday last month I positioned the action figure a little too close to the candles.  I tell you the truth~I had NO IDEA an action figure could catch fire like that!  LOL!