On Friday, we were pulling into our driveway when someone let go of some seriously heinous-smelling gas. I rolled down my window and asked, "Who did that?! Gabe? Tim? Sofia?" Gabe was quick to claim credit and start laughing his little head off. Tim said, "Gabe: As soon as we get in the house, you should go make a bowel movement -- that is stinky!" Gabriel took off his seat belt and announced, "Why in the house? I can make a bowel movement right here." (And just as I was about to faint, my son folded his hands together and took a bow.) I guess we haven't taught him that phrase just yet! He must have thought we were really impressed with his stink to ask him to take a bow for it. :) KIDS!
We were putting the kids to bed one night not too long ago when Gabe and I had this conversation:
Gabe: Mom, do you know what happens when you lose your brain?
Me: Nope, hon, why don't you tell me what happens?
Gabe: Well, they take you to the hospital and they neutralize your brain and then they give you a whole new one.
Me: (laughing) That's awesome, Gabe. (turning to Tim) Tim, can you help me remember that one, you know in case I lose my brain?
Gabe: Why, Mom? Are you going to put in on your log?
Me: (cracking up even harder) Yep, Gabe, that story is definitely going on the family blog.
Since I don't have any Sofia funnies to report (probably just because I can't remember this second), I'll give a Fia update. She's becoming more and more fiercely independent, which makes for some mother-daughter drama in the mornings. She insists on wearing summer dresses, although it's in the 40s outside now. So I tell her she can; she just needs to choose a long-sleeve shirt and long pants to go under her summer dresses. I think I'm being super flexible. She still pitches a fit that you would not believe. She instructs me exactly how she'd like her hair done every morning. She lives for Saturday morning ballet and for the most part is well behaved. But, any time I tell her "no," she starts hollering for daddy.
Oh! Here's another Fia story: Earlier this week, we took our two 4-month-old kittens in to be spayed and discovered one of the "girls" is actually a boy. Sofia was super upset. "But I want Ethel to be a girl!" she said through big crocodile-sized tears. She wants to hear only girl singers on the radio. She wants a baby sister (NOT gonna happen). Sofia is ALL girl. And her brother for the most part is ALL boy. See proud farting story above.
Happy October everyone,
k
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Maybe it's in the name. Our Sofia is all girl, too, so much so that one day last winter when it was about 40 degrees below zero we had the audacity to make her wear pants (usually she's in a dress and tights). We suffered through about 2 hours of crying for that piece of torture. And every single thing needs to be pink. And one day after spending a good chunk of time putting her hair in a very pretty french braid (which she asked for) she took one look in the mirror and then pitched a fit because she thought she looked like a boy. She promptly took the braid out, which just pissed me off. :)
I hope you are collecting all these funny stories for future reference! They crack me up.
I may put some of these stories into my next play... haha! Can't wait to visit!
At least he bowed...
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