My boys have been coming up with some pretty funny things lately so I thought I'd share.
Benjamin, age 11, had a rough draft of a 6 page report on asteroids due. Because of so much time spent at football he was concerned about having enough written to get it handed in on time.
"Benjamin, you've done enough, a rough draft is just handing in everything you have done it doesn't have to be perfect its a rough draft!"
" Well maybe that's how rough drafts were in your day ... "
It's official I'm old enough to have my own day.
Recently, Adorable Hubby discovered a sugar free fruit punch that has become the latest addiction in our family; it's sugar free tastes great and is inexpensive. He quickly figured out that each of our boys would go through a gallon a day if we didn't have some rules so the rules are as follows.
1. It's Dad fruit punch if you want some ask Dad.
2. Your glass must be 3/4 full of ice before you can fill it with fruit punch.
3. Don't mix any fruit punch with out asking Dad.
Benjamin added a forth and final rule.
4. When mixing fruit punch don't sniff the powder, it smells good but a big whiff will make you cough and sneeze and make your boogers red. (apparently Ben and Miah found out the hard way)
A couple Fridays ago we took our three little boys to Wingers for dinner. They were having a hard time focusing on eating for all the distractions, TV's, waiters, people coming and going. Finally Adorable Hubby bribed them with a promise to share his Asphalt Pie if they ate all their food.
Isaac: Dad, I don't know if I want any Ass Hole Pie.
I'm with you Isaac, I think we'll let Dad eat that tasty treat all by himself.
Jeremiah loves baseball he is an excellent first basemen a decent hitter and can play any position including pitcher in a crisis. He likes football but at heart I think his first love will always be baseball. The other day while we were at Joshua's football game Miah called to see how things were going.
Miah: Who's winning Mom?
Mom: The other team.
Miah: What inning is it?
Yeah, I think at heart he's a baseball player.
Driving in the car with the three youngest age 4 to 7, over the radio we hear the unmistakable first gong of ACDC's Song Hells Bells. From the back seat all three little voices say in unison, "Oh I love this song, turn it up".
They know most of the words too... darn those teenage boys and their musically 'stuck in the 80's' Daddy.
But best of all was our Adam, as Adorable Hubby and I were driving to Costco discussing what staples we were low on or out of, Adam chimes in from the backseat, " Mommy, we all out of tocolate!"
Amen Adam, this is a four year old with his grocery priorities straight.