Friday Funnies, Courtesy of Oldest and Youngest

At bedtime during Spring Break, Alex remakes Michael’s pajamas to more accurately reflect his brother’s life and times.

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The Queen of Random (a Friday Funnies post)

Christian, at bedtime: Hello, Miss Horse Woman. Julianna: Stop that. Christian: Why do you want me to stop? Julianna: Because you are old. Parenting requires a  serious sense of humor. That’s all. With my husband going out of town for a conference, I’m giving myself permission to take a Spring Break from blogging. See you…

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Mr. Strong-y Smash Man and Other Adorable Michael Moments

        The youngest child is always the funniest one. It’s a rule. While I was gone for Liturgical Composers Forum, the two women who had morning duty both sent me messages to tell me things about my youngest child. Exhibit A:  Uh-huh. Star Wars. Avengers. Hark the Herald Angels. Oddwalk’s Gorilla song. Frosty.…

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How To Make A Snow Day, According to Kindergarten and Second Grade

“Mrs. Basi!” yells Kindergarten Carpool child, upon leaping into the van after school. “Do you want to have a SNOW DAY tomorrow???!!!!” “No, I do not,” I reply. Undeterred, he shouts, “You have to put an ICE CUBE in the TOILET and let it melt! And then you flush it!” “Uh….okay.” Nicholas leaps into the…

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Kid Moments, To Brighten Your Day

Alex, 11, as we pull in the driveway after school: “You guys used 30 pronouns in the time between the stop sign by the pool and here.” Me: “Were you counting?” Alex: “Yes, and that was another one.” ** Julianna, 9, in the van, listening to Puff the Magic Dragon on the beat-up Peter, Paul &…

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Old McDonald’s and other Kid Antics (a 7QT post)

-1- You know how you can say one thing one time and suddenly everybody has to repeat it every single time they see the object in question? There’s this house, on the corner of this one street, about which Alex said one day, “That’s a 1980s house.” “More like a 1950s house,” I said, offhand.…

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In Which I Admit I Am Not A M.O.M.

I’m not sure what he had on his hands. All I know is, it was wet and shiny, and his mother didn’t want him to touch his hair. “Hands up!” she said, and the two-year-old put jazz hands by his ears while she turned around and dug in her camouflage bag. She came up with…

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Memo To Dog Lovers

**Note! Please take this as a lighthearted reflection, not finger-wagging! I’m well aware that this is dangerous territory. 😉 ** Dog lovers of the world–and I know there are a lot of you–I need you to listen closely. My daughter hates your dog. It’s nothing personal. She hates every dog. Every one. Every size. Every …

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