Yep, that's pretty much how we roll around here. We don't need no stinkin' beachy vacations! Why would I want to walk in the sand, with crystal blue water lapping at my ankles while the sun kisses my shoulders in 80 degree weather? Nah. Instead, I'm building train tracks inside a house that reeks of burnt grease (there was a Shepard's Pie accident- don't ask) and Dad is with his 5 year old, doing man stuff together at the dump. It's probably the best Spring Break Thing 1 could have imagined.
I, on the other hand, could conjure up something so much better; something involving drinks with tiny umbrellas... and massages... and room service...
When I went to heat up my coffee for the 14th time in the microwave this morning, Thing 2 decided to strike up a dialogue with me. He proceeded in his usual conversational style. It went like this:
Thing 2: Hey mom.
Thing 2: Hey mom!
Me: What sweetie?
Thing 2: Hey mom!!!!
Me: Yes, pumpkin?
Thing 2: HEY MOM!!!!!
Thing 2: I have a train named Thomas.
Fortunately for me, we've already experienced this style of exchange four more times this morning.
After hearing "HEY MOM!" 34 times, I have learned:
- "I wike oranges."
- "I wike trains."
- "I pinched my bewwy button."
- "I want toast."
Oh wait, I hate wearing swimsuits. THAT'S why we're not in Mexico!
(No, it's not.)
I should be a motherflipping civil engineer.
Peace, Love and Trains,