So, Reagan and I are driving home from her dance class the other night and she was telling me a story about kid at school and how they acted after not getting their way. I commented that perhaps they were just having a bad day. Her reply, "She was just being a pussy."
Say what?
TIMEOUT....
......remember I'm driving I have to be calm. Also, as a rule I try very hard no to overreact when words are used in the wrong setting, as kids usually don't know that what they are saying is wrong. I learned this when Reagan was asking me what pornography was a couple years back....I flew off the handle and she clammed up and wouldn't speak....in the end, she was trying to ask me what choreography was, she just said the word wrong. Dancing. Geesh!
OK, back to present time.....
In a calm voice I asked again, "She was a what?"
Reagan, "A pussy."
Ok, so now I know she DID say what I thought she had said.
Me: I'm not so sure that's the word you are meaning to say. The word pussy (had to say it so she knew which one I was referring to) is what someone says when they aren't talking nice about someones girl parts.
*SILENCE.....one could hear crickets chirping in the back seat of the Burb*
Me: "Is that what you meant to say?"
Reagan, "Uuuuh, No."
Me: So you think she was just having a bad day?
Reagan: "Yep"
Scott, naturally, thought this story was HILARIOUS...he couldn't wait to tell the guys at work....nice. Anyhow, we think perhaps, maybe, she meant "wussy" which Scott says from time to time. "Don't be such a wuss."
It has been a couple of days now so we'll revisit and see if that was perhaps the word she meant. LOL.
That brings me to........The Goonies.
Yep, the movie. Scott recorded it on the TV and thought our kids were old enough to watch it. Then pops up the statue scene.....the kids were horsing around and the naked man statue falls on the floor and the penis breaks off. The boy says something to the effect of, "oh great, and that was my mom's favorite part!"
That line, or scene rather, didn't fly over Reagan's head like her Daddy was hoping.....
(I was not home during this, fyi.) Reagan says to Scott with a perplexed look, "That's the penis, why would that be the Mom's favorite part?" Scott's answer, "shush!"
SO, who handled their situation better? (I'm not really keeping score) I think my reaction was much more calm. Perhaps I'm just, in general, more prepared for such things as a mom. Both were quite funny stories to tell afterwards.
I DO, however, give Reagan 2 points for knowing the proper anatomy name AND 5 points for being a little bit disgusted that it would be Mommy's favorite part!!!
Sorry, no pics with this one.....
We had a couple of yard "pets" a few weekends ago. This five lined skink was playing peek a boo with us from under the A/C units.
This tree frog found our patio umbrella to be the perfect spot to escape the sun and wind. Both eat bugs and there are a lot of those here so they are very welcomed in my yard!
Scott had some random pieces of 2x4 left from his projects so I had Reagan practice measuring them. She caught on fast and did well. She happily reported the other day after school that she helped the other kids that didn't know how to use a ruler....that's my girl!!!
While Reagan measured Brett pounded some nails.
Brady took a turn too!
...so what if it was a shirt for pants and through the neck hole. Good try Brady boy!! Mommy loves you!
Every night before I go to bed I check on the kiddos. One night this is how I found Brett....asleep in his tent on the floor of his bedroom. After chuckling I Scott to show him and to have him move the big boy to his bed. In the morning I asked him about it and he said, "I was in the tent so nobody could see me!" Silly man. Apparently he needs work on doing proper "fire watch".
...use duct tape! That's Scott philosophy. Addison WILL take off her diaper while in bed if she doesn't have a onesie of some sort on......pants and tops alone won't do. One night while Daddy was running the show he couldn't find a onesie SO he duct taped her diaper....my goodness....but it did work!
One morning I couldn't find Addison...but could hear here giggling. It seems she found the perfect hiding spot in the office closet...complete with a box to sit on. Stinker. This is the "Ha" face I got when I said, "Mommy found you!" By the looks of those tonsils she'll be having surgery just like her older siblings in a few years.....oh, yippee....
