this was my putting the kids to bed tonight:
9yo [singing]: tractor! gonna see a chiropractor! he’s gonna fix my backtor! [dies laughing and rolling around on the bed]
[sidenote: clearly i need to rethink letting them watch the fairly oddparents]
6yo [as i tell her to get off the covers and under them]: booty up in the air! booty down on the ground! booty booty all around! [dissolves into giggling fit]
this is what i hear while the girls are getting ready for bed:
6yo: fee fi fo fum i’m gonna bite a superman’s bum.
9yo falls on the floor laughing hysterically
daddy to 5yo: what do you want for dinner?
5yo stands up on bed, makes a silly face, throws her arms around wildly, then falls forward and faceplants herself on the bed.
daddy: [cracking up]
daddy: everyone get ready for bed, or it’s BUM PINCHING TIME!!!
if you happened to wonder where the bum obsession came from. *smh*
7yo [jumping into bed with me this morning]: i’m a talking lump. my name is Talkative Lump. i travel around to beds and scare people.
3yo after being caught out of bed and put back there: look mama, it’s 5 o’clock [pointing to clock which says 9:05], and i didn’t see you in the bathroom, you were supposed to take our pink blowdryer and blow dry your nails, sometimes it’s dark when i go to bed, sometimes i hear the owls and sometimes i don’t hear the owls [which are not what they seem?], and they didn’t have tiger nails, did they?