Things you don’t usually hear your kids say:
“Mom, you really have to stop doing laundry.”
The rest of that conversation:
“Huh? Why?”
“Every time I walk into my room, there are more clothes for me to put away.”
He was not amused when I said to him if he had a problem with that, he could just stop wearing clothes.
More weird conversations:
“Mom, Where’s my tie?” I am supposed to keep track of the whereabouts of every single item in the entire house because I have such a good memory. (Yeah, right!)
“I put it on your doorknob.”
He laughs. “Don’t you know what that means?”
Apparently ties on the doors are some sort of universal sign indicating there is a girl in the room. Don’t worry. That’s not going on at the seminary but at the dorms across the way at Catholic U.
Then there are the usual ‘mean’ conversations:
“Oooh, we finally got a video game even Mom can handle.” That was because I got almost as high a score as the kids with the bowling game.
“Hey! I’ll have you know I’ve been playing video games before you were born. We even had Pong.”
I don’t know how I ended up with kids who are such wise guys. They certainly don’t take after me.
July 25th, 2007 at 4:43 pm Quote
My son has, on occasion, called me at work because he was out of clean boxers. My husband has called because he couldn’t find a work shirt. I am never sure whether to be glad they need me or scream at them all to grow up.
July 25th, 2007 at 6:54 pm Quote
HAHAHAHA. Bill had no problems finding his boxers and/or work shirts. But the man could stand in front of the closet and look directly at his stash of deodorant and NOT SEE IT. Him–”I know you wouldn’t let me run out of deodorant” (because I do the “stock up” thing and my little OCD self likes to buy things in twos). Me–”It’s right there, third shelf down, off to the right” (yeah, on the same shelf with all of your other toiletrie-type stuff, where it’s ALWAYS been). B-”No it’s not” K-”Yes it is. Right there where you’re looking, just glance to the right a little.” B-”I don’t see it.” K-”Oh for crying out loud, how can you NOT see it when you’re looking right at it” as K then hauls her fat as* off the couch and stomps over to the closet to retrieve his deodorant for him so as not to have a smelly husband.
Ahhh, GOOD TIMES! Really…I know I don’t have to tell you this, but I’d give ANYTHING to have to get his deodorant for him again…
I think your kids sound SO FUN, probably because I’m not the one on the receiving end of their wit and humor
Nothing better than having raised great kids with good senses of humor who will still give their Mom the time of day! 
July 25th, 2007 at 11:35 pm Quote
I spent the evening doing laundry (because your post made me feel guilty for not doing any the last few days) and dishes. I also made spagetti because for supper last night I had cheetos and marshmallows. It feels stupid to cook for yourself, but DS loves spagetti so he can have some for dinner tomorrow.