Some of the funniest things in life are the little things that people, especially kids, say and do. On that note, I want to share what I like to call “Kateisms.
Kate was in her room playing with Snickers. I was secretly watching from the doorway and this is what I heard. “Sneeeekers, I will be the beautiful princess and you can be my dog…….Spaaaarky.”
We were getting ready to leave for Carter’s T-Ball practice and Kate was giving me a hard time about what shoes she wanted to wear. I told her to wear her new flip flops that I made her. In her whiniest of voices she asked me why she had to wear those. “Because they are cute”, I replied. Then she said, “but mummy, I am already cute!”
My mom, Kate and I went to the nail salon for a mani/pedi. As some of you may know, it is sometimes difficult to understand the Vietnamese manicurist when they talk to you. When it was Kate’s turn, the lady took her by the hand and led her to her chair and began painting Kate’s fingers and toes. A few minutes went by and I looked over and there was my three year old daughter having a lengthy conversation with the Vietnamese manicurist! Obviously, Kate spoke her language!
Mark was going to take Carter and Kate outside to practice ball. Carter puts his cleats on and gets his gear together and announces that he is ready to go outside. Kate starts screaming “wait, wait, let me get my stuff!”. I told her to get here shoes and meet me in the living room. Moments later she comes bursting into the room shouting “I’m weddy to play ball daddy!”. (She came out wearing her pink fur lined boots, extra Cinderella lip gloss, and carrying her shiny pink satin purse.) Yep, she is going to be a ball player alright!
Kate: “Mummy, when is brudder’s birthday?”
Me: “Next Thursday.”
Kate: “When is my day, mummy?”
Me: “In about six months.”
Kate: “(gasp), No, no. I think all days should be Katie day!” “Can we do that mummy?”
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Think Before You What?
Most of you I’m sure have heard someone (probably your parents) say you are going to “pay for your raising”. My mother has said it to me since the day she found out I was pregnant and boy she was right. Every chance my mom gets she tells the story about how I embarrassed her beyond redemption when I was a mere 6 years old. The story goes a little something like this…
My mom and I were home one night and her friend Helen came to visit. When my mom went to answer the door, I followed right behind her. Helen came in and I stood in the doorway and gazed outside. Suddenly I turned around and said “Mommy who’s ugly green car is that parked outside?” “Mommy that car is the ugliest car I’ve ever seen!” All mom could say was “hush Stephanie, just hush!” Needless to say when Helen left I got a nice long lecture about thinking before I speak.
Fast forward 29 years and here I am. Now I too have a 6 year old with an opinion of his own and no “off“ switch. His “motor mouth” really got cranked up about 6 months ago. He started off small with simple things like “Man, look at that woman! She sure is tall!” Then he progressed to “Mom, she looks like she is going to have 2 babies!”. Of course the “think before you speak” sermon rolls off my tongue like butter and has been given on more than one occasion.
He has toned it down a little and 90% of the time he manages to share his “opinions” with only me. Now, the bad part about being the parent is that I want to laugh when he says some of the stuff he says, but that only makes it worse. Sometimes he says out loud what I’m thinking and that is when I can’t control my laughter! That’s why deep down I know my mom didn’t like that green car either. No self respecting car owner would have! I digress.
All of this leads me to last Saturday. The kids, mom and I were going down the road and mom started talking to Carter about him being named after his great grandfather, so the conversation goes…
Mom: “Carter, did you know you were named after your great grandfather?”
Carter: “Uh?”
Mom: “Your great grandfather. Ya know, my daddy. Your mother’s papaw.”
Carter: “Oh!”
Carter: “Was he a preacher?”
Mom: “No, why?”
Carter: “Well, he was old.”
Mom: “What does that have to do with anything?”
Carter: “I thought all old men were preachers.”
Me: “Uh! Carter! Brother Joel is our preacher and he is the same age as your daddy!”
Carter: “I know mommy, that’s what I’m saying…old!”
Needless to say, I still can not find that “off” switch!
My mom and I were home one night and her friend Helen came to visit. When my mom went to answer the door, I followed right behind her. Helen came in and I stood in the doorway and gazed outside. Suddenly I turned around and said “Mommy who’s ugly green car is that parked outside?” “Mommy that car is the ugliest car I’ve ever seen!” All mom could say was “hush Stephanie, just hush!” Needless to say when Helen left I got a nice long lecture about thinking before I speak.
Fast forward 29 years and here I am. Now I too have a 6 year old with an opinion of his own and no “off“ switch. His “motor mouth” really got cranked up about 6 months ago. He started off small with simple things like “Man, look at that woman! She sure is tall!” Then he progressed to “Mom, she looks like she is going to have 2 babies!”. Of course the “think before you speak” sermon rolls off my tongue like butter and has been given on more than one occasion.
He has toned it down a little and 90% of the time he manages to share his “opinions” with only me. Now, the bad part about being the parent is that I want to laugh when he says some of the stuff he says, but that only makes it worse. Sometimes he says out loud what I’m thinking and that is when I can’t control my laughter! That’s why deep down I know my mom didn’t like that green car either. No self respecting car owner would have! I digress.
All of this leads me to last Saturday. The kids, mom and I were going down the road and mom started talking to Carter about him being named after his great grandfather, so the conversation goes…
Mom: “Carter, did you know you were named after your great grandfather?”
Carter: “Uh?”
Mom: “Your great grandfather. Ya know, my daddy. Your mother’s papaw.”
Carter: “Oh!”
Carter: “Was he a preacher?”
Mom: “No, why?”
Carter: “Well, he was old.”
Mom: “What does that have to do with anything?”
Carter: “I thought all old men were preachers.”
Me: “Uh! Carter! Brother Joel is our preacher and he is the same age as your daddy!”
Carter: “I know mommy, that’s what I’m saying…old!”
Needless to say, I still can not find that “off” switch!
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