Yes. They happen.
Here is what was said in our house this evening.
Earlier tonight, when I was curling my hair with hot rollers:
Thing 1: Whoa! YOU LOOK LIKE A DINOSAUR!
Then when Brock came home, I was getting dressed to
Me: Ugh. I've gained some weight and it all went to my ass. None of my skirts fit.
Brock: You look the same to me.
Me, feeling frustrated while struggling into a pair of jeans: Do these jeans look okay?
Brock: Yeah! They are nice and tight!
Then later I was trying to figure out how to wear a shawl that my Aunt B gave to me when I was visiting:
Me, out loud but to myself: How should I wear this?
Brock: I don't know. It's been awhile since I've worn one of those.
|This is how I styled it, |
with my tight frickin' jeans,
in case you were wondering.
Later, all the boys joined me in my room while I was grabbing my purse:
Thing 1, looking around: Why do you guys have TWO dressers?
Brock: Mommy doesn't have just TWO, she has THREE! And Daddy gets a small portion of this one!
Me: Mommy likes clothes. Okay?
Thing 1: But why does she need SO MANY?
Brock: You'll find out soon enough.
Then Thing 2 disappeared into his room, where he began chanting:
Easter Egg, Easter EGG, EASTER EGG!!!!!
Me to Brock: Oh yeah, I put the Easter decorations in the boys room so that you could easily put them in the attic tonight. *like I asked him to do two weeks ago and now I refuse to do because of principle, and also because I'm an asshole*
Brock, drinking a beer: Huh?
Me: I hear someone chanting about eggs. It could get messy. I have to go now.
I did not know that my husband could move that fast.
Peace, Love and Unicorns,