Tidbits

*I had just told Sam that I got him some special apple juice for his poetry celebration the next day at school. Sam said, "Mom, our Poetry Celebration tomorrow is a breakfast, so when Dad comes he can't drink Diet Coke." Sam, FYI dad doesn't care what time of the day it is; he will drink Diet Coke whenever he wants, especially for breakfast.

*Yesterday we were at the pool (and yes, I didn't re-apply sunscreen on my kids and the five hours we were there caused a sunburn on everyone's shoulders. I have learned my lesson after waking up last night twice to kids crying). Anyway, Molly was in the pool and a little boy had a toy watering can and was pouring it over her head. She turned to him and said, "Quit watering me, I'm not a flower." Makes sense.

*Today we went to Ben and Sam's baseball games. We were at the ball field from 9:30 a.m. - 2:00 p.m. in 92 degree weather. Luckily it wasn't sunny, but the air was so thick (and full of humidity) that we all were dripping within minutes (anyone who has or does live here knows exactly what I'm talking about). Anyway, Molly asked to go home a few times, but we all toughed it out. When we finally arrived at the car at the end of the game, I opened the door to let her in and she said, "Mom you HAVE to crank the AC." Okay almost three year old, I'll do that. How the heck does she know to even ask me that? One word--MEG!

*Tonight we went to Graeter's Ice Cream because they give kids a free cone if they get at least one "A" on their report card (yes, our family is all about getting free stuff). A couple of happenings occurred:

1) Molly was a mess (I was kicking myself that I didn't have my camera). I don't mean just a little Black Raspberry Chip around the mouth. I'm talking ice cream in the hair, on the dress, arms, legs, forehead, floor table everywhere. This wasn't that unusual for an almost three year old, but as Rusty was clearing away the 57 napkins saturated with purple drippings, this lady in front of him looked at him disgustedly and quickly pulled her ONE daughter away as if Rusty had some contagious virus. Then she sat near us and kept giving the evil eye. Is it wrong that I wanted Molly to go over and sit on her lap?

2) Meg was struggling with the mess of Black Raspberry Chip ice cream on our table. Between Sam dropping his ice cream out of his cone onto the table twice and Molly, Meg was constantly cleaning up after them. I told her she didn't need to worry about it, but it bugged her too much. After about the fifth swipe and fourth sigh she said, "I'm turning into my mother." I don't think she meant that as a compliment. Do you?