I laughed hard exactly five times yesterday.
#1) While I was working in the kitchen in the morning making cookies, my son started singing. Here’s a little background: Santa Clause brought my son a neon green fish that looked like Lacy’s neon pink fish. Lacy named her fish a few different things before settling on Glinda the Good Fish. Because Trent isn’t old enough to think of his own pet names, Lacy took it upon herself to name the green fish Jesus. We tried in vain to dissuade her. Really, we tried everything. There’s something radically irreverent about a fish named Jesus. I expected lightening to strike the tank at anytime, but it never did. Anyway, we don’t have to worry about it anymore. The green fish died. We found it dead in the tank minutes before leaving town to visit Grammy. We broke the news to the kids on the drive over, and when Lacy arrived at Grammy’s house, she spread the word… “Jesus died!” I told this to my brother, and he suggested we save the fish until Easter to see if it came to. Sadly, the fish has been flushed. The bright side to this story is that I thought I didn’t have to worry about lightening striking anything. I counted my eggs before they were hatched, it would seem. And I couldn’t help but laugh as I listened to my son sing one of the only songs he knows by heart:
“He’s makin’ a list and checkin’ it Christ.”
I corrected him and he now sings it correctly. Though it took one more, “He’s makin’ a list and checkin’ it Chr–TWICE.” But he did get it. And that’s all that matters.
#2) Lacy has some markers. I bought them on clearance at Wal-Mart and they hardly ever come out to play. They are special occasion markers. As I was getting ready for mutual and my husband on sitting on our bed, our little Lacy Lou came plowing into our bedroom, her arm covered in blue marker.
“TRENT DID THIS!” She cried, holding out the offending blue marker, “So I just said ‘DEMMIT’ to him!”
I popped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, “What did you just say?” I asked.
“I say Trent did THIS!” She held out her arm, “And I was so mad so I just said ‘demmit’ to him.”
Dad took care of that situation. Sometimes the best solution to a problem is the cause.
#3) Curiosity got the better of this cat, who -for some reason I’ll never know -wondered what it would be like to be a pair of dirty jeans.
I’ve come to believe it’s my lot in life to hear thuds followed by screams. Such was the case yesterday. Any good mother would have just pulled the kid out. But I asked her not to move while I got the camera. These are the things we never want to forget.
(no children were harmed while these pictures were taken. Apart from being shaken up, she was absolutely fine.)
#4) One of my Beehives told me about the book she’s reading. She gave me an introduction into what the book is like, and it went something like this: “It’s like an old book. Not like ‘old’ old, but like set back in time. Like…” she paused here to gather her thoughts… “okay, like you know when they used to kill people that they thought were witches? Like that. The book happened around that time but it’s fake. The story isn’t real… like the Titanic.”
Instead of correcting her, I just nodded and proceeded to make notes on the paper in front of me of what she was saying so I’d be sure not to forget it.
#5) Trent busted out what he likes to call his Battle Cat last night. Prepare to be scared.
Heaven help the David who goes against THAT Goliath.
