yeah, yeah, a good deal

daddy told kids we were getting some of the zillion bags of stuffed animals in storage out to give to the fire department and police department to hand out to kids who are hurt or scared.  surprisingly, this seemed to go over well.  we tried to stop by the fire department, but no one answered, so we took the bags home.  each child was holding on to one animal from each bag, which they were SUPPOSED to put back when we gave them away tomorrow.  operative word being supposed.

8yo – the MASSIVE stuffed animal junkie – came to me a little while ago and said now that she had held bunny for a while, she just couldn’t give her up again. i told her that was not part of the deal.  she didn’t say anything.  a few minutes ago, she came out and said she needed to talk to daddy.  she comes back and says that daddy told her it was ok for her to keep rabbit. this made me >.< except that she leaned back around the corner and said, “that was a pretty good deal daddy got me, dontcha think?  and tomorrow i’m gonna pay him $2 of my allowance whether he wants it or not.”  *sigh* well, what’s one more stuffed animal when you have like 50 million in the house anyway.

btw, daddy’s a sucker. just sayin.

hold me, please

5yo just got out of the shower. i told her to get dressed.  then i hear from her room….

5yo: i’m shaking my butt, my butt, my butty butt bum. i’m shaking my booty butt, my booty wooty wooty.  my bum bummy bum. i’m shaking my toot bum, my bottttooommmm. [giggling hysterically and running around in front of a mirror]

i’m laughing but that same time, she scares me. a. lot.

oh the drama

me: time to eat breakfast.

8yo:  mini pancakes.

me: we don’t have any. come see what we do have.

8yo:  we haven’t had anything new in a week. there isn’t anything to eat.  i’m just saying that i have had to eat the same snacks for 2 WHOLE WEEKS. i don’t know if i can take another day!!!

me:  OH THE HUMANITY!!! pick something and eat. *sigh*