Heart Break

This morning Jen was enjoying snuggling with our boys in bed. She turned to me and said, "Some day these boys are going to break my heart."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because they won't snuggle with me any more." 

Michael sat up. "Me bwote (broke) Mama arm?"

We laughed out loud. "No, you didn't break mommy's arm!" I said.

"Nay-nay bwote Mama arm?" 

"No, Nathan didn't break mommy's arm, either!" I tried to explain. "Mommy said you'll break her heart. She's joking. She means you won't snuggle with her any more."

"Bwote heark?"

"Yes, broken heart."

"Bwote heark."

Clearly Michael is very concerned about his mother's health and well-being.

Crazy Moms Produce Creative Artists

After a homework blowout with her mom, Susanna wrote the following poem. They subsequently worked it out.

Moms advice
 
Moms advice is not very nice.
She said do this and do that
clean up your toys clean up your hat!
I do not like it. Not even a BIT.
It is simply dredful. I hate it.
Can you say sorry a Bit?
Please?

First Day of School, 2007

Playing at Catalina Island

Running from the Waves at Jenner Beach

Two more

Susanna with Jen at Jenner Beach

Provisions

Every day when I drive the kids to school, they beg for the next installment of "The Dragon-Hunters." 

Today, Susanna the Hunter, Nathan the Hunter, and Michael the Hunter had polished their armor and were loading their horses up with provisions. I asked the kids, "What are provisions? Provisions means things you need for the trip."

Nathan said, "Water!" "Right, they need water for sure." Susanna added, "Sleeping bags. And tents." "Yes," I said, "they took blankets, but they were tough hunters so they didn't need tents; they slept outside. What else?"

"A TV!" Nate shouted. "No TV," I said. "There are other provisions they really need." "Sewage?" asked Susanna. Laughing out loud, I said, "No, they just dug a hole to use as a toilet and then covered it with dirt."

"Eww!" said Susanna. "What else?" I pressed. "A shovel? To dig the hole?" she asked. 

"There's something else they really need." "A cough drop?" she guessed.

I was amused to find out what my kids consider necessities. I guess food is low on the priority list.

Abraham Lincoln

Overhead from the backseat on the way to soccer practice (Susanna is 7, Nathan's 4):

Susanna: I brought the book about Abraham Lincoln to read.

Nathan: Abraham Winkin did a cool fwip. 

Susanna (outraged): No, he did NOT do a flip! He was real.

Nathan: Abraham Winkin was wooking the other way, and he got shot in the back of the head.

Susanna: Let me read that part to you. ". . . while President Lincoln and his wife were watching a play, seated in the pres . . . presidential box in the Ford Theater, John Winkes Boothe, who sympa- . . .  sympathized with the South-ern Cows"

Me: Southern Cause.

Susanna: ". . . Southern cause, had shot him in the head." That means he died.

Nathan: Yes, and then he came back alive.

Susanna (outraged again): NO, he did NOT come back alive again. This is not a movie, Nathan! This is real.

Nathan: He came back alive.

Susanna (adamant): He did NOT come back alive. Except in God's world. He came back alive in God's world, because I just KNOW he believed in God.