You know you are a mom/relative of boys when you find yourself engaging in the following conversations/dialogues . . .
Boys: Mom, we need you to get our spear from behind your bed.
Mom: Why is your spear behind my bed, instead of in its holder on top of the tall chest in your room. (said more as a statement instead of a question)
Boys: Because we were jumping on the bed with Addie and we all had a spear and one of them fell behind the bed.
(I'll just let that one land . . . with the weight of its potential health risks, to themselves and to Addie)
Me, while on the phone with Tanya:
Jennifer: Excuse me Tanya, Boys, boys, we do not throw our spears in the house.
Tanya: Wow. That's not something you hear everyday.
Me, (whilst surrounded at the dinner table by those of the male persuasion, both young and old):
Ahem. We do not say "Twig and Berries" (in reference to anatomical parts) at the dinner table.
Memuph: No John Mark, you do not need your gun at church. (Said while she is trying to keep John Mark from retrieving the water gun he had hidden in my purse to ensure its safe arrival at church)
**This blog brought to you by the letter S, as in Spear, and the letter Y in honor of our friend who brought them back from Africa for the boys.
4 comments:
Oh yea, it's been a long time since your last posting. Hope all is well. Did you get my VM about the new house?
:)AC
YEA!!!!!!! I've been waiting for this one to be published. :)
too funny, too funny.
Wait until you utter the words, "Take your light saber out of your brother's nose."
Yes, I've said that. More than once. Obviously, my boys are violent and disobedient. Or they have poor memories. Could be both.
DeniseB
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