Fly me to the moon

Peanut (admiring herself in her new bathing suit): Look at me, Mommy! I look like a rocket star!

career plans

Curly: Mommy what was the first job you ever wanted?

Mommy: I think I always wanted to be a teacher.

Curly: And you had enough money to buy a teaching job?

Mommy: Well, you don't buy jobs. You go to college and get your education and then you earn a job. You go on interviews and they decide if they want you to work there.

Curly: What job do you think I'd be best at? Teacher or science?

Mommy: You mean like a scientist?

Curly: Yeah, but not the mad kind. Just the regular kind.

Mommy: You could be a science teacher.

Curly: Never mind. I think I'll just be a rock star.

You know....

...that you are the fried mother of 4 kids on summer break when the baby has purposely spilled her yogurt all over the table, wiped it up with a paper towel, then sucked the yogurt back out of the paper towel and YOU LET HER because it will buy you 5 more minutes of entertained baby time.

Truth

Curly: Mommy, why does your hair look like that?"

Mommy: Do you like it? I let it air dry. I think it looks nice...kinda different.

Curly: It's kind of a mess. You shouldn't have curly hair. I think straight is more your thing.

Mommy: Oh. Curly hair is your thing and straight is mine?

Curly: Right!

Mommy: I didn't know that. I'll try to do better tomorrow.

Curly: Maybe a ponytail would be better for today.

Mommy: I'll take that into consideration.

Who taught this kid that honesty is the best policy?

Bummer

Despite Curly's best cheering effort:




Holland (aka The Netherlands,) the homeland of my mother, the kids beloved Grammy, did not win the World Cup in soccer today. It was a good game and I yelled at the TV a lot. Peanut at one point said "Mommy, it's just a SHOW!" which is what I tell her when she gets scared or bothered by what she sees on TV.

For the record, what my Curly spelled out there, all on her own, is supposed to be "Holland Rules, Spain Drools" and I couldn't agree more.

A whale of a problem

Curly's nose was stuffy. After much sniffling and attempted nose blowing and even some Kleenex covered booger picking she told me in frustration "Mom, no matter what I do, my left blow hole is all plugged up!"

Grown Up

Mommy: Peanut, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Peanut (after much consideration): Taller.