So we are sitting eating a quiet lunch. (I forced AQ to take a nap after her 50th meltdown this morning so it was very quiet. Funny how you take away 1 kid & things change so much) The boys are sticking animal stickers & putting “boy” fish with “girl” fish because they were getting married.
So I make the mistake of enquiring as to where the sudden obsession with marraige came from. They start joking around and ZQ asks EQ what he thinks getting married really is. EQ’s response:
“well u just grab a woman. Take her to the hospital and get her surgery then you are married.” After chocking on my food I ask just what kind of surgery do you give the poor woman… “you get her stitched to you so she can’t leave” Oh dear, what have we created???? The problem is he thinks he is hilarious. He even tells me so many times a day.
So the 3 kindergarteners on the street were hanging out away from the moms this morning just chatting quietly — probably conspiring about how to kill us in our sleep… — the bus arrives and T bumps C and she says oops sorry and gets the response “sorry doesn’t change anything” Then G tries to straighten up L’s hair and she gets a “Mom back off” and finally I say to Z “have a great day honey” to which I get the response “oh whatever MOM!!” Where oh where did our sweet quiet little angels that started just a year ago go to??? Who replaced them with these fresh little ….. ???
Well I should go back to enjoying the peace before my dear sweet angel girl wakes up and all hell brakes loose round here again