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Conversations With My Sons

    I.

    Five-Year-Old: My dance is very important to me, and I need to practice every day.

    Me: [Breathe. Do NOT smile. Act casual. Keep at bay the preschooler shuffling-off-to-Buffalo in mini spats excitedly distracting my imagination] Really. [stay cool] Can I watch you dance?

    Five-Year-Old: Maybe later. Maybe after I eat breakfast.

    [later]

    Me: Umm. Can I see you dance now? I mean. Don’t you need to practice?

    Five-Year-Old: Well. I need the computer. It’s on the Transformer’s Website.

    Oh cruel, cruel world…

    II.

    Pediatrician: Do you brush you teeth twice a day?
    Five Year Old: No. My mom usually forgets at night. She does it in the morning.

    Me: Shaking head, smiling tightly

    Pediatrician: How do you stay safe in the car?
    Five Year Old: There’s this little handle you can grab if you’re not strapped in…

    Me: debating whether to jump in or play cool, whilst chuckling/choking along side confounded-looking pediatrician

    Pediatrician: Do you eat healthy food?
    Me: [confident facade beginning to crumble] What did you have for lunch, honey? (Guacamole, red and yellow bell peppers, Rice Milk)
    Five Year Old: Spicy Chips and Cookies.

    III.
    Five Year Old (in asking questions about our deceased cat): Will they put him back in his cage and bring him back to the store?

    Me: No, honey.

    Five: Can he open his eyes?

    Me: No. His body doesn’t work anymore. His body shut-down.

    Five: Can he move his fingers?

    Me: No.

    Five: Does he still have blood?

    Me: I don’t know. I don’t think so. Blood keeps bodies alive, and Henry is dead.

    Two-Year-old: (enthusiastically contributing to discussion) Can we eat him?

    Comic relief gratefully accepted…

    0 thoughts on “Conversations With My Sons”

    1. Hmmm…I’ll suggest a trade…you take my Hubby, I’ll take your boys. We can figure out visitation…

      Wait…déjà vous … Did we already discuss this once?

    2. OMG, thanks so much for the belly laugh. I nearly woke my kids, and DH is in the kitchen going “Shhhhhh” That was great.

      Missy

    3. Packing peanuts cures all that ails you.

      If the kids get enough stuck onto them, they’ll have built-in protection and there’s really no need for a seat belt – the the strap is fine.

    4. I so miss those ages! I love the “oh shit” handle THAT’S the best one!

      You should buy the big roll of large packing bubbles.. lay them all over the floor, put some earplugs in and let the kids stomp away! $30 well spent of more comedic releif

    5. Oh my god that last line made me laugh out loud so hard I have tears rolling down my face! Can we eat him! hahaha – I’m going to be giggling to myself all day remembering this post. Hysterical!!

    6. Five-Year-Old: My dance is very important to me, and I need to practice every day.

      That right there, Ann is priceless. Perhaps in 10 years he will say something like:
      “My homework is very important to me, and I need to practice ever day.

      OR NOT!!!

      I love this post!!! BOO-YAH!!!

    7. Hilarity is obviously in the genes over there in the Rants’ household! And the illustrative picture is priceless. 🙂

      (And, yes, that is strange that we are tandem blogging today. MIND MELD!!!!)

    8. Lord, help – that is funny, Ann! I hope you are writing all this down somewhere – you could publish a book!

      As to your comment on my blog – no, Clear isn’t paying me. I think they’d have a problem with me relating them to “the mark of the beast”. Heh.

    9. I agree with Janie, you should write this down somewhere. If only there were some kind of electronic journal you could use to record and share these things with others.

    10. That is the BEST picture!! God love freedom!

      These conversations are great and it’s so fantastic that you’re recording them.

      I wish I’d focussed less on certain things and more on capturing the funny stuff my daughter said as a child. I’m really getting a kick out of recounting the stories these days!!

    11. What a great post. Reminded me of peeking into the living room 18 years ago to see my then three-year old toddler, toddling across the room carrying one of my wife’s potted plants and happily chanting, “No no no no no…” I wish the auto-discipline function had stuck with him.

    12. Hahaha I can’t provide any comic relief because I’m such a crack mommy and can totally relate. And OMG did you read the magic years too? I used the exact same words to describe death to my older girl. I LOVE that picture.

    13. OMG… when I got to the cat eating I blew a mouthful of chewed popcorn onto my monitor. My husband jumped up to “save” me because he thought I needed the heimlich maneuver, I guess.

      Oh boy, that was good!

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