Today, while Michael was at the Priesthood session of General Conference, Bruise hops up to where I'm reading on the couch and proudly proclaims, "Mommy see! My pen!s!"
I look at him for a sec, working out what he's said ... and there, peeking over the front of his diaper is his little pen!s.
I had to work VERY hard to compose myself ... especially as Bruise and Bucket were BOTH cracking up about this ... to tell Bruise that his pen!s STAYS in his diaper -- you don't go around SHOWING it to people -- and that if it comes out again, I'll have to give him a spank or send him to his room.
Another exchange that happened earlier today was when Michael was making a little jump rope for Bucket (she started jumping without a rope, proclaiming, "Look! I jump rope!!" ... Something that, as it happens, NEITHER one of us has taught her) -- cutting a little nylon rope and melting the ends with a lighter so they won't fray.
We gave the talk of, "Is that cold?" "No, HOT!" is the reply. And then, Bucket really gets going.
"No, Daddy. You NO touch that. It's HOT. You NO touching it!"
Me: Bucket, what would happen if Daddy touches it?
Bucket: It HOT. You no touching it, Daddy.
Me: Bucket, what would happen if Daddy touches it?
Bucket: It HOT. You no touching it, Daddy.
Me: What would happen? Would Daddy cut himself?
Bucket: No, Daddy, You no touch it. You NO burn Daddyself!!"
Bucket: No, Daddy, You no touch it. You NO burn Daddyself!!"
My kids make me smile. Especially when they're all INTENSE about us not getting hurt. (And they're little less cute when they're HURTING us ... like Miss Buckety-Bucket reverse head-butts me [head-butts me with the BACK of her head] on my cheekbone in the middle of storytime. Owwww.)
And one less-than-cool parenting story --
Bucket didn't want to take a nap. So on her way to her room, she rips a piece of paper off the panelling in the hallway.
When Michael asked WHY she did that (and to my credit, I didn't yell or threaten. I just gasped and covered my mouth and told Michael what she did by mumbling though my fingers -- it's not like we're not planning to paint the wall soon, anyways. But still!!), Bucket simply said, "To make Mommy Daddy mad." .... Ouch.
When Michael asked WHY she did that (and to my credit, I didn't yell or threaten. I just gasped and covered my mouth and told Michael what she did by mumbling though my fingers -- it's not like we're not planning to paint the wall soon, anyways. But still!!), Bucket simply said, "To make Mommy Daddy mad." .... Ouch.
And here are some more links that I've been keeping for you:
L'Amore: A very funny piece of work about (wait for it) Love:
Birds of Britain - Not always the most correct, per se ... :
The new dieting craze (nabbed from my wonderful Cynthia):
And, on discussing the joys of the English language pronunciation and spelling:
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Hndred and two! FTW! Old people rock.
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