…writing down random stuff my kids say.
Some of the things that made Molly upset this afternoon:
1. Cinderella didn’t appear on the screen as soon as I put the TV on
2. I jokingly pretended to put her pajamas on Benny
3. She wanted me to cool her milk down in the microwave
4. I told her I wouldn’t drag her bed into the kitchen
In some ways Molly’s a lot like a crazy homeless person: she collects trash when we’re out on the walk, she pees and poos in public places and she’ll only take a bath if someone runs it for her. In addition to this, I’m just witnessing her stuffing her face with yesterday’s cold rice from a styrofoam delivery box.
My mum’s been using Facebook for a couple of years now. She’s been enjoying it a lot more recently because she finally discovered the newsfeed.
One good thing about a screaming baby in the car is that you can be pretty sure that he’s still alive.
One of my biggest fears was that Benny wasn’t going to enjoy watching YouTube. I’m happy to announce that the fear was completely irrational. Piles and piles of laundry, here I come!
We need to do something I like first! And I like bogies!
Molly’s contribution to our afternoon plans – I’m not sure what exactly she wanted us to do but we’re not doing it.
Being a parent means ordering your toddler to save the last biscuit for her brother just so you can later eat it yourself.
The final score of going to the Oktoberfest with kids is not that much different from getting drunk there – I got home with a broken shoe, ripped tights and some puke on my shirt. The only difference is that I actually noticed it.
Molly had interesting conversation with a random American lady in her kindergarten today:
-You have a big belly! (Straight to the point!)
-Yes, that’s my trousers and my zipper, see? (The lady’s cleverly trying to distract)
-And this? (Poking at her belly)
-That’s my body. (Smart move, lady! But…)
-You have a baby up there? (Bang!)
-Not this time.
All I did was smile very awkwardly. I think the lady handled the situation much better than me.
Molly H. (almost 3): You not skinut my majicu off and then kommt znoj in my head!