Sunday, January 11, 2009


I have often been told that my children are smart. And they are. But they are also little twits. Here are two recent examples of things they've done that have caused me to wish the floor would open up and swallow me.

On Tuesday, I received a call from Gabe's teacher. Apparently, he had spent the first couple of days after Christmas break being a bit of a problem in class. For one thing, he kept falling out of his chair on purpose. For another, he kept shouting out rude replies to the teacher. We had a good discussion, which has resulted in more cleaning and less Nintendo for Gabe. But then the teacher pointed out that she hadn't known any eight-year-olds prior to Gabe who could properly understand, let alone use sarcasm. Oops.

Timothy had to go to the ENT this week (oh, joy, another ear surgery to look forward to!) and his greeting to the doctor left a little to be desired. The doctor came in and asked him how he was today. To which Timothy replied, "I fart a lot. That's why my mom won't let me have raisins." The doctor, luckily, saw the humor in this statement. He must have boys, too.


Kat said...

At least you have good kid stories to tell now, right? ;-)

OMG, my word verification is "fiber"!!!! How perfect is that?!?

Brooke said...

Well, at least your kids entertain others. Just trying to help you see the positive side of things!

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Andrea said...

hahahahaha!!! "I fart a lot" hahahahaha!!!