Um...ok...I KNOW your kids do this...

I'm sure you have had these moments with your kids...the ones where they come to you and say:

"It hurts when I do ______."

So you turn around and tell them:

"Well then I wouldn't do ______ if I were you, would I?"

Ok, maybe not quite like that, but you know what I mean?

Tonight, the boy came up to me hand on forehead first palm side and then back of hand alternating.

"Last night, when I was under my covers, I was SOOO hot!"

Um...yeah...

Me: "Well, next time you're hot, take off your covers."

Him: *Staring blankly at me* "Ok."

*shaking my head and looking for the nearest wall to bang it against*

Honestly, I don't remember doing that when I was a kid and I've asked my mother about it and she said I never did things like that either.

Scary, huh?  Especially since I know quite a few of you mothers out there are shaking your head thinking "I know EXACTLY what she is talking about." lol

ICK-A-PICK

So last night at dinner, we were sitting around and the kids were talking about this and that when CDQ, as usual either has to bring up bad things from the past or say things to try and scare the kids.

For some reason, last night it was about the stupid bloody mary thing kids do in the bathroom with a flashlight or something. It was clearly bothering SS who asked her to please stop talking about it.

I had already tried to steer the conversation a different way without conflict, but CDQ just seemed to think she was supposed to continue on in intervals around everyone else's topic.  Any how, SS had politely asked her to stop and CDQ lashed out at her and told her "then you should just cover your ears."

I told CDQ she wasn't being very nice and asked her how happy she would be if someone was saying something that scares her and they wouldn't stop.

Little Poufy, decided she was going to try and intercede. She said with wide eyes "I didn't know that the Queen's name was bloody mary!"  I asked her where she found that out. She said the dictionary.  She said they have a lot of queens in there.

There was one queen she said she couldn't read her name, but she was the queen of ickapick.  I laughed and said "What?" and she repeated it. I asked her to spell it but she couldn't remember.

I said "Ick--A--pick..." really slow trying to figure out what it sounded like and came up with nothing.  In the meantime, the boy was sitting across from me and had this "lightbulb moment". He said: "Oooooooh, IckAAAAPick." and shook his head like he knew exactly what she was talking about now that I had said it slow and all.  SS chimed in like she'd been to IckAPick herself. The whole time their serious little faces are smeared with chocolate icing and bits of chocolate cake and green sugar.

I looked at them and then I realized they thought that I had corrected Poufy's pronunciation of Ick A Pick.  Then I laughed my head off and explained that I was just repeating what she said and still had no clue what she was talking about.

We didn't figure out what she was talking about until later. After dinner, in honor of St. Patrick's Day, we decided to watch Darby O'Gill and the Little People.  In the movie, there's a horse named Cleopatra.

Poufy said, "that's the name of the queen I couldn't remember!"

I didn't catch on until Hubbins said "Cleopatra? Do you mean Queen of Egypt?"

The mystery of Ick-A-Pick has been solved! :-)

Sometimes She Surprises Me

I was separating the kids new school supplies according to lists and such. When The Oldest came out and started reading all the supplies they needed. She was astounded by it all and my personal stash of school supplies that I pull out this time of the year.

I guess she didn't realize how much I was doing for her as well until she saw me in action. Typically, they are in bed already when I do this and they just take their supply filled backpacks to school where the teachers empty them out for them.

She surprised me because she asked me "How can you do all this? How can you buy them all this stuff and just be around them with the way they act and the way they treat you?" I was thrown off guard because my mind was immersed in spiral notebooks and blue pens NOT black so I asked her to clarify.

She said " I don't understand how you can keep going, being stuck with them all the time and how bad and mean they are. I'm not with them all the time and I can't stand them. I feel bad when I see them being bad and treating you bad."

Definitely news to me because up until school started for her she was hatin' on me too. I didn't know what to say so I just shrugged my shoulders and told her to pass me a glue stick.