Okay--wasn't going to post over the weekend, but I just got off of the phone with my dad, who is taking care of my kids.
He relayed this conversation that occurred on the way to the movies:
J: Pampa, they (indicating her siblings) are being mean to me.
Dad: Who's being mean to you.
J: All of them.
C (sounding indignant): I just told her that everyone knows that those talking lips in the Dairy Queen commercial are a cartoon except babies and her.
Dad: Well, C, that wasn't really nice, was it?
J (holding up a small chunk of cement): So, Pampa, would it be okay if I hit him with this?
Dad (while trying not to laugh hysterically): Ummm, no. It's pretty much never okay to hit siblings with concrete. (to my step-mom) Where did she get that thing, anyway?
Sue: It's part of her concrete collection.
'Nuff said. This is exactly why I am currently on vay-kay in the high desert.
1 comment:
I just love that she ASKED if she could hit him. That's a good kid. ;)
By the way, I've read through your entire blog, too. What a wonderful family you have! Email me when you get back home - marlylynk at yahoo dot com - we have a lot of catching up to do! :)
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