I am a mother of three children: Danny (now 14), James (now 12), and Katie (now 8). After putting all the funny things they say and do into posts on my Facebook page, some of my friends suggested I start a blog. And now, I'm in my fifth year of documenting their antics.
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Danny and James are big fans of April Fool's Day. They start in March and end somewhere in mid April. After being the subject of some ...
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The Irish are well known, as a people, to be especially proud of their heritage. Tom, being the son of 2 Irish parents, and I, being the da...
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The kids were constantly bickering with each other when I finally told them that they needed to stop and treat each other as they would like...
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Immediately upon entering Target, Katie asked me to buy her a glitter headband. I said no, and after a few minutes of being peeved, she see...
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Katie asked me, "Can you button my butterfly costume? It's going to be my wedding dress. I'm marrying a toy". Puzzled, I a...
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After James came to me to report that Katie was throwing sand at him on purpose, he went back outside and was immediately accused of being a...
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While eating dinner, Tom reached for his napkin, but accidentally started grabbing the one belonging to James. James quickly grabbed it and...
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Danny is a very opinionated kid, and lets everyone know his viewpoint at every turn. He is continually spewing his political opinions...
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James came downstairs exasperated about the amount of homework he still had left to do. He had been working in his room for quite sometime...
Saturday, February 25, 2012
The Graphics
While playing Xbox, Danny asked me, "Mom, what do you think about these graphics?". Flashing back to the days of Atari and Intellivision , I replied, " I think they're amazing. It's not like the video games I remember." He then said, " I know! They are so good and this game is from 2007!" (3/10/11)
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Politeness Helps
James came downstairs exasperated about the amount of homework he still had left to do. He had been working in his room for quite sometime and complained, "I have so much homework! I've been up there for an hour and I still have more to do!" I asked him, "What do you have left?" He answered, "I still have to do 'writing'. I hate 'writing'!" Trying to buoy his spirits, I said, "But you're so good at it. You always write such great stories and funny comics at home." He said, " Yes, at home. But whenever I have to write for school, it says 'explain'." With a slight crack in his voice, he softly said, "I hate that." Before I could offer my sympathy and advice, he said, "Explain! Explain! They could at least say please explain." With that, he went back to his room and completed his homework. I guess all he wanted from his writing assignment instructions was a little courtesy. (2/8/12)
Friday, February 3, 2012
The Lame Excuse
Katie was so enraged with the fact that I wouldn't let her out in a sleeveless summer dress in the middle of winter that she shouted, "You're LAME!". While going up to her room to serve her time out for talking fresh, she tried to claim that she wasn't referring to me with her insult. As she loudly stomped up the stairs, she called out, "I wasn't talking about you! I was talking about the refridgerator!!". She may have learned the word 'lame' from her older brothers, but they apparently didn't teach her their skill of improvising. (2/16/11)
Thursday, February 2, 2012
No Reason To Miss School
Katie came home from school and, as usual, I asked her how her day was. After telling me some of the routine things, she casually added, "Oh. And my friend told me his dad died yesterday." Taken aback, I replied, "That sounds very, very sad, but that couldn't have happened yesterday because your friend wouldn't be in school today." She looked at me point blank and said, "Well, his mom didn't die." (11/29/11)
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
The Insults
Danny was telling me about a disagreement he had with a new student who had recently moved here from another state. He said they were arguing over a play in the touch football game at recess and the argument got heated. He gave me a summation of the argument and then he said, "He told me he was going to call me the worst "N" word ever!" Horrified, and unsure if I even wanted to know the answer, I asked, with great trepidation, "What was the word he that called you?" He paused, looked around, and dramatically said, "He said I was such a New Yorker!" I laughed with great relief. I asked him, "What did you say to that?" He replied, "Well, I didn't care because I like being a New Yorker. But I told him I was going to call him the worst "F" word that I know. I said he was such a Floridian" (1/29/12)
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