For the past 3 months, M has preferred to be addressed as Sweetie Pie
( "Because that's what my daddy calls me" she says.)
This was really cute, when she told Santa that was her name. But recently, when she told the dentist to call her Sweetie Pie, I feel she crossed a line.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Baby bump?
While chatting with her babysitter, McCullough asked her if she had a baby in her belly. Politely, her dear sitter said, "No I don't have a baby in my belly." McCullough furthered asked, "Is your baby in your back?"
When Pearce was bummed that basketball was over for the season, I told him that maybe he could go to basketball camp in the summer. Very concerned, he followed my suggestion, with, "Does that mean I'll have to sleep outside with the coyotes?!" No that's only if you're Labron James trying to play basketball for Cleveland again.
Across Enemy Lines
On a cool evening of February in the year 2012, the troops were settling into camp. Before signing off for the night, General Pearce made one last visit to the outhouse. Unfortunately, it was during this time of weakness, that Admiral McCullough made the historic move across enemy lines.
Earlier that day, the General's soldiers had seized the airplane trinket and it was now under his possession. Despite this victory, the Admiral was not ready to fully accept defeat. So once the General was clear of the premises, she made her move in what we now call today, McCullough's Crossing. With no discretion, she ripped through the General's camp, leaving debris tossed throughout the property. After realizing the cache was not to be found she hastily sought refuge back in her camp.
Because of the General's experience, he was prepared for the amateurs' predictable plan of action. It was said that the trinket never left his person. So after returning to his shelter, he was not surprised to find it completely ransacked and knew exactly who was to blame. When Private Quinn was approached the following morning for any further eyewitness accounts, he had no comment.
Earlier that day, the General's soldiers had seized the airplane trinket and it was now under his possession. Despite this victory, the Admiral was not ready to fully accept defeat. So once the General was clear of the premises, she made her move in what we now call today, McCullough's Crossing. With no discretion, she ripped through the General's camp, leaving debris tossed throughout the property. After realizing the cache was not to be found she hastily sought refuge back in her camp.
Because of the General's experience, he was prepared for the amateurs' predictable plan of action. It was said that the trinket never left his person. So after returning to his shelter, he was not surprised to find it completely ransacked and knew exactly who was to blame. When Private Quinn was approached the following morning for any further eyewitness accounts, he had no comment.
A dose of your daily chuckle...and it wasn't my kid!
I can not claim the following incident...though I don't put it past my second born son.
If you have seen this in the past, it is good enough for an encore!
If you have seen this in the past, it is good enough for an encore!
Lenten Sacrifices - Overheard
While sitting in church on the first Sunday of Lent, I overheard the following conversation:
Grandma- What do you love to do?
3 year old Grandson- Go to Elmo's place
Grandma- Do you think you give that up till Easter?
Grandson- Sure!
Older and Wiser Sister- No Grandma. That's Sesame Place. And we don't go there till summer anyway.
Grandma- Okay. What else do you love that you could give up?
Grandson- T-shirts. Ties.
Mom-( from under her breath) - He said earlier that he was going to give up church.
Grandma- What do you love to do?
3 year old Grandson- Go to Elmo's place
Grandma- Do you think you give that up till Easter?
Grandson- Sure!
Older and Wiser Sister- No Grandma. That's Sesame Place. And we don't go there till summer anyway.
Grandma- Okay. What else do you love that you could give up?
Grandson- T-shirts. Ties.
Mom-( from under her breath) - He said earlier that he was going to give up church.
And he wasn't joking...
During our week and half quarantined indoors and in which Lysol could pretty much sum up our life during that time, I asked Pearce when he thought he would be able to return to school. With a response so quick that dismissed any doubt on his end, he moaned, "Saturday."
A Bite out of Crime
After frantically looking for the Lobsters library book that was due back that morning in school, I asked Pearce if by chance he remembered the last place he read it. Of course! It was under his pillow because his dear sister wanted it , but he saw the look on her face and knew she wanted to take a bite out of it. Why didn't I think of that myself?
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