tacoland

so last Thursday i took 10yo to dentist to have some extractions. she was not happy about this – until they have her nitrous and then, according to her, she slept with her eyes open.

conversation on the way home:

10yo (mumbling bc mouth half asleep from novocaine): i wanna to go to Tacoland.

me: Taco Del Mar?

10yo: no, Tacoland

me: Taco Bell?

10yo: no, Tacoland

me: there is no such thing as Tacoland

10yo: I’m Tacoland!!! I’m a taco! in Tacoland! *giggling *

me: [laughing so hard i nearly lost control of car] a taco in Tacoland

10yo: yes. did someone put a giant marshmallow into my face? i feel like someone put a giant marshmallow on my face

me: [snickering] yes

10yo: yay. *giggling *

maybe they gave her too much nitrous?? lol. shame i couldn’t video since i was driving.

today Daddy gets to take BOTH of them to get extractions. Lawd help him. hahahaha

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maybe driving to work wouldn’t be so bad…

me: [home sick for day 2 and on too much cold meds and albuterol, delirious] *walks out to kitchen to get something to eat *

10yo: who wants to hear a song about potatoes?

me: *stares at her blankly*

12yo: oh no

10yo: potatoes, potahtoes, poteetos…[to tune of la cucaracha]

the one where there is a big scary bug UPDATED

about an hour before work ends, I get this text:


me (at work):   *dies laughing*

[co-workers look at me like I’m nuts] 

me (texting back):  is it A flying bug? (yes). where was it? (In the main room) Well, lock yourself in the hallway. I’m sure you won’t starve before I get home. [note: i work  quite a ways from where they are]

them:  ok don’t freak out though. we’re fine 

me: *contemplates how texting they’re   trapped without food equals fine*

UPDATE: came home, looked through the whole house, but couldn’t find any bug. so now we’re stuck with ongoing bug creepiness in the house until something turns up. *sigh*

wtf??? go the f*ck to sleep, child 

went to go tell 11yo it was time for bed.  saw the light on in the bathroom.  knocked and opened the door to find 8yo washing her hands.  then the smell hits me.  nail. polish.  she didn’t want to go to sleep so she decided that the best thing to do was  go into the bathroom and paint her nails. then had to try to wash off the polish because she messed it up.   WTF child?!?!?  *exasperated*