hold me, I’m scared 

11yo:  my shorts are on fire and my shirt speaks like a pig.  [exits room]

me:….

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Christmas eve at our house

both kids were [oddly] dressed for Christmas eve service 2 hours early.  of course they were both wearing short sleeve dresses and open shoes, and of course for once it’s like 40 degrees outside. but whatever.

6yo:  we’re leaving in 7 minutes.

daddy:  no, we’re leaving at 7. the service is at 8.

[5 minutes later]  6yo:  we’re leaving in 8 minutes.

daddy:  no, we’re not! we’re leaving at 7!!

6yo: [10 minutes later]  we’re leaving in…

daddy:  WE’RE NOT LEAVING FOR AN HOUR.  STOP IT!

8yo:  you do realize that the 8 pm service won’t be over until 10.

me:  maybe.

8yo:  well that’s too late!!

me:  …coming from the child who constantly wants to stay up until midnight?!?

8yo:  10 pm is too late.  I NEED MY BEAUTY REST!!!

me:  [cracking up]  um, yeah.

we made it through the service without 8yo asking once when it was over.  however, 6yo repeated that she was bored about 15 times in the last 45 minutes and did her dead level best to set her finger on fire with the candle for candlelight vigil.  [sigh]

MERRY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL!

 

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.