Large Fry: It's MY bibbidi bobbidi boo!
Hubby: Medium Fry, give it back to Large Fry.
Medium Fry: I don't wanna gibb it back!
(simultaneously)
Hubby: (sternly) Too bad!
Medium Fry: (cheerfully) Too bad!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
A Night Out with Uncle D
It's been one of those days for me. It's a holiday payroll week, which means I'm cramming 2.5 days' worth of work into 1.5 days. Which, of course, means the kids are extra needy. And I got an email from my boss at 9:15 this morning, reminding me that it's a short week for payroll. I didn't so much mind the reminder, although I hadn't forgotten. His wondering where I stood on payroll was a little annoying, though.
About lunchtime, as I've barely managed to down a bowl of Cheerios for my own breakfast, I ask Hubby when he'll be home. I explain what's going on with payroll, and he says he'll be home hopefully around the end of naptime, and he'll even take the kids out to dinner so I can keep working.
After the kids wake up and Skype with Mommy (my least favorite part of ANY day), Hubby takes them out for dinner. Small Fry solemnly tells me that I'm not coming. I breathe a small sigh of relief, and continue plowing through payroll stuff.
When they get back, Hubby tells me that Large Fry has started to recognize that big yellow M. He relates the following conversation, which took place at the light at Black Gap Road at the end of the I-81 offramp:
Large Fry: I think we should go there!
Hubby: Where?
Large Fry: I think we should go there! Where the french fries are!
About lunchtime, as I've barely managed to down a bowl of Cheerios for my own breakfast, I ask Hubby when he'll be home. I explain what's going on with payroll, and he says he'll be home hopefully around the end of naptime, and he'll even take the kids out to dinner so I can keep working.
After the kids wake up and Skype with Mommy (my least favorite part of ANY day), Hubby takes them out for dinner. Small Fry solemnly tells me that I'm not coming. I breathe a small sigh of relief, and continue plowing through payroll stuff.
When they get back, Hubby tells me that Large Fry has started to recognize that big yellow M. He relates the following conversation, which took place at the light at Black Gap Road at the end of the I-81 offramp:
Large Fry: I think we should go there!
Hubby: Where?
Large Fry: I think we should go there! Where the french fries are!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Conversations
Medium Fry: Duckie is sad.
Hubby: Why is Duckie sad?
Medium Fry: He's sad.
Hubby: Why is Duckie sad?
Medium Fry: Because he bonked his head.
Hubby: He bonked his head like you did?
Medium Fry: I need to hold him.
Hubby: Why is Duckie sad?
Medium Fry: He's sad.
Hubby: Why is Duckie sad?
Medium Fry: Because he bonked his head.
Hubby: He bonked his head like you did?
Medium Fry: I need to hold him.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
*taptaptap*
Yesterday afternoon, Hubby came home from work and dropped into the blue armchair. He dozed off and on while I watched tv, did laundry, and the girls napped.
In short order the girls woke up, and when I came downstairs from getting something, Small Fry was in Hubby's lap, snuggled up against him.
"Watch this," he whispered.
He moved his hands.
Small Fry sat up, gave him a look, and laid back down on his chest.
He chuckled and put his arms around her, kissing her on top of her head.
He explained that she'd come downstairs and marched right up to him. His eyes were closed, and she just tapped him. As soon as he opened his eyes, she demanded to get up in his lap.
I chuckled.
A few minutes later, Small Fry was sitting up on Hubby's lap. I was getting ready to go for a walk, and I was strapping on my AirCast for extra support while I walked. Hubby's hands were clasped together in front of Small Fry .
She shoved one aside. Hubby grinned at her and moved it back when she shoved the other one aside.
Indignant, Small Fry demanded, "Move yew hands!"
"Why?" Hubby asked, moving his hands aside.
Small Fry didn't say a word. She just dropped down against his chest and grinned in triumph as her favorite uncle wrapped his arms around her again.
In short order the girls woke up, and when I came downstairs from getting something, Small Fry was in Hubby's lap, snuggled up against him.
"Watch this," he whispered.
He moved his hands.
Small Fry sat up, gave him a look, and laid back down on his chest.
He chuckled and put his arms around her, kissing her on top of her head.
He explained that she'd come downstairs and marched right up to him. His eyes were closed, and she just tapped him. As soon as he opened his eyes, she demanded to get up in his lap.
I chuckled.
A few minutes later, Small Fry was sitting up on Hubby's lap. I was getting ready to go for a walk, and I was strapping on my AirCast for extra support while I walked. Hubby's hands were clasped together in front of Small Fry .
She shoved one aside. Hubby grinned at her and moved it back when she shoved the other one aside.
Indignant, Small Fry demanded, "Move yew hands!"
"Why?" Hubby asked, moving his hands aside.
Small Fry didn't say a word. She just dropped down against his chest and grinned in triumph as her favorite uncle wrapped his arms around her again.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Conversations. Again.
Hubby: Medium Fry, don't hit.
Medium Fry: Smawll Fwy hit me!
Me: Small Fry did not hit you. I was sitting right here.
Medium: You're making me scared!
Me: Why am I making you scared?
Medium: Well, you are!
Guess she told me.
Medium Fry: Smawll Fwy hit me!
Me: Small Fry did not hit you. I was sitting right here.
Medium: You're making me scared!
Me: Why am I making you scared?
Medium: Well, you are!
Guess she told me.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Conversations, part Two Zillion
Hubby: Medium Fry, you've got your coat on upside down.
Medium Fry: No, I don't.
Hubby: Yes, you do. Your hat's down by your rear.
Medium: No, I don't!
Hubby: Yes, you do.
Medium: I am not going to kiss you!
Hubby: I didn't ask you to kiss me.
Medium: You're not a nice boy!
Hubby: I am a nice boy. I let you live with me. I take care of you.
Medium didn't really have an argument for that one.
Medium Fry: No, I don't.
Hubby: Yes, you do. Your hat's down by your rear.
Medium: No, I don't!
Hubby: Yes, you do.
Medium: I am not going to kiss you!
Hubby: I didn't ask you to kiss me.
Medium: You're not a nice boy!
Hubby: I am a nice boy. I let you live with me. I take care of you.
Medium didn't really have an argument for that one.
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