Army of Mom

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2.21.2006

From the mouths of babes

While cooking dinner last night, Stinkerbelle kept appealing to me to get her a blanket. (After all, 35 degrees outside is like living in the Arctic Circle for Texans). There was a blanket spread out in the floor in the front room where kids had been laying on it the day before, so I told her to gather up the blanket there and use it.

Here is the exchange between mom and 3-year-old:

Little Bit: Where? I don't see it.
AoM: Right there in the middle of the floor.
Little Bit: I don't see it.
AoM: Honey *getting exasperated as I'm trying to get food ready before soccer practice* it is right there in the floor.
Little Bit: Moooooom, there's no blanket and I'm coooooold!
AoM: Goddoggit, Stinkerbelle. If it was a snake it would bite you. It's RIGHT THERE!
Little Bit: *looking quizzical as she looks around the room* Momma, there is no snake in here.
AoM: *shaking my head and chuckling* Pickle, go find the blanket for your sister.

3 Comments:

  • At 9:06 AM, February 21, 2006, Anonymous Army of Dad said…

    too funny!

     
  • At 9:27 AM, February 21, 2006, Anonymous Lab Kat said…

    Very practical girl, that Stinkerbelle.

     
  • At 11:05 AM, February 21, 2006, Anonymous MorningGlory said…

    Reminds me of a story, when my son was about that age.

    He'd been playing trucks in the sandpile all day, and I called him into the house to take a bath before supper. He went to his room to undress while I went to run water into the tub.

    I walked into his room to find him dumping the sand out of his shoes onto the middle of his bed. I hollered at him to stop (kind of loud, and I startled him).

    His little lip started to quiver and his eyes teared up and he said "But Momma, you told me not to dump it on the floor!".

     

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