Wiseman

My friend called me today after church just to tell me about Jack. Apparently he has life figured out. In the children's sunday school an adult asked, "What is the dad's job?" There were several answers, but Jack had it right when he said, "To cater to whatever the mom wants." The adult then asked, "What is the job of the kids?" Again Jack had an answer, "To go to the basement and be quiet." Ahh... so wise. Won't he be a good husband and father? I can just hear it now, "Kids, go to the basement and be quiet so I can do whatever your mom wants me to do!"

Michael What-son?

I got in the car yesterday only to catch the end of a discussion between Henry and Jack.

Henry: "I think he's black."
Jack: "No, he's white."
Henry: "But, he looks kind of black."
Jack: "No, he looks white."
Me: "Who are you talking about?"
Boys: "Michael Jackson."

They wanted to know if he was black or white to which I didn't have a great answer. So, I explained that he was born black, but had surgery so he looks white. To which Charlie, in all his six year old wisdom said, "Like Grandma Mouse Book (Mark's mom). She has gray hair, but she buys this stuff and puts it in a bottle and it makes her hair red."

Yeah, Charlie, kind of like that.

Man-stache

Henry is convinced he is growing a moustache. He keeps telling everyone, "I am the only one in first grade with a moustache." I don't want to ruin it for him by telling him I have more of a moustache than him, so I just play along. He is very fastidious about his appearance, much more-so than our favorite caveman, Jack. We bought Jack deodorant, and Henry had to have some. Of course, not just any deodorant, but the "red kind." Now Henry goes to school smelling like an 80 year old with Old Spice under his arms. Henry does his own hair and much prefers Crew to any other products. So today he came into the family room and told me, "I wear deodorant, I comb my own hair, and I am growing a moustache, I am becoming a man and I am not even a teenager. In fact, I have not even been baptized!" He is a funny little Old Spice wearing, spiky-haired, moustache sporting man!

Tag

Okay, Carol tagged me. The 5th sentence on page 123 of the book I am reading is, "She didn't think policewoman were allowed to drink on duty." This from the lovely book chronicling the Ted Bundy murders The Stranger Beside Me. I think this is where I say something profound about the book I am reading, hmm..... I got nothing. And for me to have to tag 5 people is questionable, I don't even think 5 people read this blog. But, I think Terra O. and Julie do on occasion, so the rules are: pick up the book you are reading, turn to page 123, find the 5th sentence and then post on your blog. Oh, and I know you are more popular than I am, so tag 5 people once you are done.

Inappropriate

My friend's mother invited us to go swimming today. I actually put on my swimsuit, hence the lack of pictures on this posting. We swam for a little while and then I invited my friend's two little boys to my house to play. We ran to Sonic for "Happy Hour" and then to the bread store. Mind you, I still had on my suit and some shorts. I waited until the bread store looked clear of any other customers and then ran in. I was afraid I might burn the clerk's eyes out with my unattractiveness, but he survived the ordeal. He did say, "Have you been swimming?" I wanted to say, "No, I dress like this everyday because I am so hot." When I got back in the car (the whole ordeal took about one minute) I said to the kids, "Was that fast enough?" One of the little boys said, "Did you hurry fast because you are in your swimsuit?" I said, "Yes, I didn't want to traumatize anyone." Charlie piped up, "You went into a store in your swimsuit? That is not appropriate." He's right, it is not appropriate for me to put someone through that, but when you are in a hurry... And I thought Charlie wasn't ready for kindergarten. What do I know?

Jack's Birthday

Jack is 9! For his birthday he chose to eat at Texas Roadhouse (he wanted to eat at Chuck A Rama, but with a little persuasion from his dad he 'changed' his mind). We were also lucky enough to go see a great film called Meet Dave. Haven't heard of it? There is a reason for that. I don't think the movie studio was stupid enough to spend any money on promoting it. I kept thinking I would try to sneak out and go across the hall, Space Chimps actually sounded more appealing. I am known to fall asleep as soon as I hit the theater. Oh, no. I couldn't be that lucky. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't even do that. It was a slow torture that should have ended much sooner than it did. But, Jack loved it, and after all it was his birthday. His laugh echoed through the whole theater since we and 4 others were the only ones dumb enough to waste our money, and I was just glad he was having fun on his day. He decided I didn't like it because it had "potty humor". I will let him keep on thinking that was the only reason I didn't enjoy it! He is a good, sweet boy and if he had fun, I can give up that hour and a half!

More of Jack

Yesterday we were watching something on TV while eating breakfast. An older man was on a date with an older woman. During the date the man excused himself to go to the restroom. Jack said, "I bet he is going to take the 'middle aged man's little miracle pill.'" Mark and I started laughing but wanted to know where he had heard that. Apparently he learned if from the new version of The Pink Panther. I guess I need to monitor his movie watching a little more!

Jack also told Mark yesterday, "There aren't any condiments that I like, except frosting!"