I have had an amazing stroke of luck. March break has coincided with the best phase ever. Skylar has taken a liking to playing restaurant. Specifically, she wants to bring me breakfast in bed. Every day. How cool is that? She made a menu, with options such as: cerel, toast, waffles, watr, milk and juos. Sure, improvements could be made. Perhaps the toast could be topped with something besides air, or the waffle could maybe not be floating in a bowl of syrup, but hey, if I get to stay in bed an extra half hour, it's all good.
Yesterday, Adam was off work so he was looking forward to partaking along with me. We lounged in bed, listening to the kids fight downstairs until Eden was banished from Skylar's kitchen and came upstairs to crawl into bed between us where things might have gone on being peaceful if only Adam wore a shirt to bed.
Eden: Daddy, what's dat?
Adam: Armpit hair.
Eden: I don't got armpit hair?
Adam: Nope.
Eden: Mommy got's armpit hair?
Me: Nope.
Adam: Liar.
Eden: Daddy, what's dat?
Adam: My nipple.
Eden: I got's nipples, too!
Adam: Yep, so does Mommy.
Eden: No, Mommy have boobies. You have boobies too Daddy!
Adam: No, I don't!
Eden: Ya, you do have boobies right d'ere. See? Biiig boobies!
*Adam rolls onto his stomach to discourage further remarks*
Eden: Daddy, you got spots on your back. See? I count dem for you. One...Two...Free...Seven...Eight...Nine...
Adam: Hey, hey, hey what are you doing?
Eden: I moving da blanket. I gotta count da spots on your bum too!
Adam: No, you don't!
Eden: D'ere are spots Daddy! Spots!
Adam: I don't need my spots counted!
Eden: What dat hair is d'ere for?
Me: It's not there for anything, it's just a big mutant hair on Daddy's back.
Eden: I get it off. *much pinching and pulling ensues* I can't geddit! Da hair is stuck! Mommy you get it!
Sorry, Adam. I should have warned you. You get either breakfast in bed OR personal boundaries. Not both.
Art mystery possibly solved?
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3 comments:
This made me laugh all the way through. Gotta love kids!
I remember when my son was about this age, he'd pounce on the bed with my husband and constantly knee him in a, um, particular region. The on day my husband griped, "It's like they're MAGNETS!"
The end result? My son thought testicles were called "magnets" for several months.
LOL, "magnets" I love it! Adam is looking forward to the day when the 2 year old's head is above nut height so he doesn't have to fear every enthusiastic running hug.
I stumbled upon your blog this morning and I found it hilarious!
I love your style and specially the dry sense of humor, as you described it. Keep on going! ;0)
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