Tiny Talk Tuesday

Welcome to Tiny Talk Tuesday, where we share the crazy things our kids say.

On anatomy:

EM was looking over her arms and legs and said: I need my skin

Me: What would you look like if you didn't have your skin?

EM: A bobo girl.

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You know you have boys when:

One of the boys was in the bathroom taking care of business when the other son (who was standing on the other side of the bathroom door calls out: JT it sounds like you are making music!

Hubby and I were doubled over with laughter.

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On what makes a successful marriage:

Hubby: (looking in the refrigerator) You know what I haven't had for a while, cottage cheese and applesauce.

Me: If I buy cottage cheese will you eat it?

Thinking back on the last time I bought cottage cheese, many moons ago, and it sat in the fridge.

Hubby: If I know it is in the refrigerator I'll eat it.

Me: Hmmmm. That would help in having it eaten.

Again, I rarely buy the stuff, so Hubby has to ask for it and obviously is not expecting to find it in our fridge when he goes looking for a snack.

For more Tiny Talk head over to Mary's at Not Before 7.

Mud Puddles and Snow Piles

What do these two bi-products of Mother Nature have in common?

They attract boys. And like magnetic attractions, they can't help themselves.

And if you have a son such as mine, he makes the most out of them at every opportunity.

Today I picked him up from school and he said "I lost a fuzzy because I walked in the snow." They had a fire drill today. Naturally they were told to stay out of the snow. But the temptation for him was too great.

This child can't just walk in the snow. Oh no! He has to tromp through it. Make a spectacular show out of it. I don't even want to know how many times his teacher told him to stay out of it before she docked him a fuzzy. God bless his teacher.

On the way home he found a mud muddle. And, true to form he couldn't just walk through it, or around it. Oh no! He jumped into it, and jumped, jumped and jumped some more. Inches of mud were sticking to his shoes. Mud splattered his coat and backpack.

He cleaned off his shoes. Without the water hose. Oh yeah, he asked if he could use the water hose. :::sigh::: At least he asked.

And now he sits in his room, time out.

And here I sit pounding out my frustrations on the computer. Sharing the trials of my child with the rest of the world.

Mud puddles and snow piles. They are truly magnetic to boys. And for some boys, causing a cat-nip like high.

:::sigh:::

And That Is How You Tell Them Apart

Little girls amaze me; at how different they are from boys. From an early age they are more social, they are more mature, more independent, and that they are so darn cute and can wrap their fathers (and mothers) around their tiny finger like no one's business.

Leaving dance class the other evening EM walked past two of her classmates. Recognizing each other they all stopped, smiled and waved. Again, their social abilities amaze me.

The boys, at age 3, would have walked into their classmates. They would not recognize them, would not say sorry, but just walk off staring blankly into the air.

While volunteering in ED's kindergarten class we worked on an art project, but forgot to put the kid's names on the bags before the gluing and coloring began. Once everything dried I called up a group of boys to identify theirs, they couldn't. OK, one did but he wasn't very convincing.

So I called up the girls and within 30 seconds all of them identified their projects, no hmming and hawing. With self-confidence they picked theirs out and said "this is mine."

The teacher and I just laughed. Ahh, yes! It is good to be a member of the fairer sex.