Admittedly, most of our conversations around here lately have something to do with the upcoming holidays. When I say 'holidays', I am mainly referring to Halloween. Yet Thing 1 is an observant young boy and he cannot help but notice all the Christmas that is infiltrating our world via store displays and catalogs. He wants to think about Frankenstein and Ghouls, but occasionally Santa creeps into our conversations. He is also very confused about where Thanksgiving fits into the grand scheme of Events That We Decorate For In The Wagner Household. Unfortunately, I don't have any convincing answers for him so I choose to distract the children with sudden bouts of singing my weird,off key version of The Monster Mash while dancing around the kitchen like a double jointed scarecrow. For extra emphasis, and to complete the manic enthusiasm for all things Holiday, Thing 2 toddles around and randomly yells "PUNKIN PATCH" with great volume and frequency.
Ready? Okay! WE'VE GOT SPIRIT, YES WE DO! WE'VE GOT SPIRIT, HOW 'BOUT YOU? *high kick*
Here are some of our other recent conversations:
The other day Thing 1 and I were having a chat about food. Thing 2, as usual, was parroting everyone.
Me: If you want to grow up to be like Daddy you need to eat those vegetables!
Thing 2: Daddee need to eat Vejebals!
Thing 1: Because Daddy is big and strong?
Thing 2: Daddee beeg an strang?
Thing 1: So Daddy's are big and strong and they go to work?
Thing 2: Daddee at work?
Me: Errr.... yes.
Me: So if Daddy's are big and strong and they go to work, what are Mommy's?
Thing 1: Mommy's are little and tiny and they clean stuff!
At least he thinks I'm little.
A few days later Thing 1 runs into my art studio/spare room/library/Brock's closet/my private dance studio.
Thing 1: I'm going to be a farmer when I grow up!
Me: Awesome, buddy!
Thing 1: Are you going to be sad when I grow up and move to my farm?
Me, kissing hid head: Well, yeah! Of course I will. Can't I just keep you this size forever?
Thing 1: No, I'm gonna grow up. But you can come and live with my on my farm!
Me: Really? What will I do there? (fully thinking that he was going to tell me that I could clean for him)
Thing 1: You can ride my combine with me!
Be still my heart.
Tonight, Brock and I sat at the dinner table and tried to convince Thing 1 to wear one of the FOUR costumes that he already possesses for Halloween. He decided two days ago that he wanted to be Frankenstein. Frankenstein is not one of the four costumes already in our possession.
Me: How about you be a pirate? You are an AWESOME pirate!
Thing 1: Can you paint a scar on my face?
Thing 2: Hot? Yummy!
Me: Of course! I'll even give you a goatee and put black around your eyes, just like Captain Jack Sparrow! I'll show you a picture of him!
Brock: Can't we just show him Pirates of the Caribbean?
Brock: Is he too young?
Me, flatly: He's five.
Brock: Man! That's too bad! He would LOVE that movie! Maybe I could just show him one of the tamer scenes.
Me, raising one eyebrow: Or I could just Google a picture of Captain Jack Sparrow and show him that.
Thing 1, pointing to his cheek: I want the scar to go right here!
Thing 2: French Fries!
Hope you are all gearing up for a fantastic Halloween! I'm going as witch. Again. The beauty of that character is that I don't even need to dress up (but I will anyway....). *Cackle Cackle!*
~What is your favorite Holiday? Do you dig Halloween? And also, should I try to make Thing 1 a Frankenstein costume when he can be a Pirate, an Astronaut, a Pilot or Count Dracula for FREE?
Note: I have been unable to upload any pictures to this blog for well over a month. I keep getting a "server failed" response, which means that you don't get to see things like my gorgeous sunrises and sunsets and my adorable kids and their adorable ponies and random black lacy bras lying in the gravel path of my local Natural Area. It's a shame. A SHAME! HELP ME. Thank you.