December pics

More Cookies

I'm handing out cookies to Joe and kids after lunch.  I give each of the kids one and Joe two.

Grady says, "Hey....why does daddy get two and we only get one?"

"He's a man and you are kids," I answer.

"Do you love him more," he asks?

(In context, this is something that we say to the kids when they are complaining about so-and-so gets more.  We answer that we love said child more.  All the time, to all the kids, so they totally know we are kidding!)

Whack-a-mole

We are sitting in a restaurant with the whole family the other night addressing each kids needs as they arise, which in public is every 2.7 seconds.  Molly, then Grady, then Briley, then Molly, then Briley, then Ellery, then Grady, then Molly, etc.

Joe turns to me and says "Whack-a-mole."

"Huh," I ask?

"Do you remember that arcade game whack-a-mole?  That's what we do.  Whack.  Whack.  Whack." He says doing the hand motion over each of the kids heads.

Then he says, "I'm the one in the middle that you get 100 points for and the kids are all around me worth 10 points.  That's what you're playing all the time!

YUP!  I'm an expert whack-a-moler!  I'll add that to my job title.

Ellery and her "jeans''

The other day, I had a conversation with Ellery which went a little something like this:

"Mom, I can't marry Grady, can I?"

"Um, well, no honey. He's your brother."

"That's what I thought. Because if we are married and both wear the same jeans, something will happen."

Hunh? (To myself.) "What do you mean sweet-pea?"

"Nanny told me that." (Thanks, mom.)

Molly pipes in, "yah, something bad will happen to your kids, like they won't listen or something."

OK...so where exactly did Joe and I go wrong?