Saturday, February 7, 2009

What The...Friday (on Saturday)

My boys went through a phase where, "What the heck" was heard 490 times a day. Then the big boys began ending, what the... with words that were, UNFRIKINACCEPTABLE! (where do they get their potty mouths from?) After an explosion or twenty from Boy Mom they settled on saying, "What the..." leaving all the alternative words off the ending. Fortunately we are about through the, What the... phase, thank heavens, there is nothing like walking through the grocery store with a three year old, yelling, "Mom, what the..." about every item I place in the cart.

Blogging, as usual, changed my perspective and I decided it made a great title for Friday posts, about things that make you go, WHAT THE...

So, after that introduction, here is this weeks Friday, What the...

I head out the door to pick up #6 at 12:05PM, his kindergarten class lets out at, yep, you guessed it, 12:05 PM. I was in a bit of a hurry and #7 announced he was going with me because he had shoes on, he also had on a shirt and underwear which is WELL! dressed for him, so I figured why not, I didn't have time to argue or find pants.

We pull up in front of the school, most of the kindergarten kids are gone, no #6, I can see that the door to his class room is open and figure he'll look out soon and see us, so we wait. After four or five minutes with no #6 I have a dilemma, I can't very well, haul #7 in to the school to look for his brother, they frown on undies only at our elementary school, plus, I recall having a dream or two about being at school in only my underwear, don't want to traumatize the poor thing. I can't just leave him in the car because leaving your 4 year old alone, in your car, on a winters day, in a t-shirt, Super-hero undies, and croc's is just screaming for Child Protective Services to come a'calling.

I sigh, wondering what to do. From the back seat #7, wonders aloud, "Where is #6, did someone eat him alive?"

What the....

Where do they come up with this stuff?

#6 walked out the door 20 seconds later.

Note to self: Consider pants and therapy for #7

12 comments:

Tiffany said...

ha,ha. Well...what did you do!?!? Michaela has gone in just panties to pick up bubba and I have no idea what I would do in your place.

Willow Tree said...

My 9 year old picked up the "what the" habit at school and passed it to my 4 year old. Mortifying to hear "what the??" at library, grandparents and church. Made me Think what the!!

Blessings, Carolynn

Stephanie said...

So funny!

Snarr mama said...

My 7 year old picked up "what the..." from school, and it drives me to insanity sometimes! That story is hilarious, haven't we ALL had moments like that! :)

Gill said...

ROFL thats too funny. Aren't kids the best at letting you know you aren't always in control!! LOL
Glad that number 6 escaped the kid eating "thing" in number 7's head! LOL

Mummy McTavish said...

I was laughing like a crazy woman at this one.

I was tsk, tsking myself too thinking "don't laugh, it'll be you next year". Dragon sure loves to do his "Nakey Dance".

As a side question, how's the foster application going? In the red-tape wait or moving ahead? Still praying.

Doug said...

Your blog looks great!

Annie said...

I was here. This was funny.

Mr. and Mrs. Nurse Boy said...

Great story! I can relate on many levels and I only have 3!

Mrs. Nurse Boy

Lynn said...

Boys...you gotta just love 'em...always surprises !

MBLL said...

I FIRMLY believe they get it from their FATHERS, or TV and older siblings. Heres one for ya. My six year old walked up to an adult leader at a church youth activity and said to him, " I know what A S S spells!" Yep, out loud and for everyone to hear, he proceeds to tell the adult leader what it spells, yuh as if he didn't already know. A few days later I heard about it, and said, "What the heck." he shouldn't be talking like that. Unfortunatly he is also well versed in saying "OMG". LOVE YA

Debi (Dubs2007) said...

I started storing pants, shirts in the car tucked in a side pocket for this very reason! Too many times the one time they are not fully dressed is the time you need to run inside, of course there are times I am barefoot too (thats what I get for having a garage, I become too lax about winter weather...)

I use to say "what the crap!" all the time, I have no Idea where I got it or why, but i said it all the time without knowing it, then one day at dinner with my inlaws my 3 year old is given her plate of food - to which she responds "what the crap!" - yeah, that woke me up.. we have since eliminated it from all our vocabularies..

I know it wasn't a great phrase, but when I said it I always felt a little "naughty" and sometimes ya just gotta feel naughty.. but infront of my inlaws took all the humor out of it.. They all laughed but still...

- and after reading the other comments I have to add, I heard a kid in the foyer of church (3 years old) he was upset at his mom for taking him out of sacrament meeting and yelled "G* D*it mom!" - I was soooooo thankful it wasn't my kid!

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