Sorry to Burst Your Bubble

On the way to school this morning:

Clayton: Where does the REAL Indiana Jones live?

Justice: In California.

Me: No, Indiana Jones is a fictional character. He isn't real.

(Then follows a conversation about how movies are just actors dressing up in costumes and playing pretend.)

Justice: But Harry Potter is real. Harry Potter land is in California. I saw it on T.V.

Me: No, what you saw was a theme park with rides like at Six Flags or Santa Claus, Indiana.

Justice: Well then... What in California IS real?

Me: Ha ha! Not much!

Conversations On The Way Home From Church

Clayton (3 year old): Jesus made the world for me.

Justice (5 year old): No, he made the world for me.

Clayton: No, he made it for ME!

Justice: Nuh-uh! He made the world for ME!

(this goes on for a minute or two)

Lydia (14 year old) shouting: Jesus made the world for everyone. Now SHUT UP!!

One Mixed Up Kid

Clayton to me:

"Hey Marius, I'm Indiana Jones, and I'm going to Junie B. Jones' Hogwart's School of Whipping."

Three Years of Growing

Well, it's been three years now since I started with the pictures at the growth chart. We usually take pictures before school, so here are three years worth of our kids in various stages of bedheadedness.

Good Idea / Bad Idea

Does anyone else get the sillies? It can't be just me. Driving around town, or at the store, do you just get the urge to do something goofy? I do all the time. Sometimes these impulses are to be acted upon, just for kicks, and other times, maybe it's not so appropriate. For example:

The other day it was wet outside, and the guy, walking down the isle, behind me, at Walmart had squeaky shoes. Should I turn around and yell, "Your shoes are too loud!" ~YES!

Driving my kids home from middle school, should I roll down the window and yell random strange phrases at all the kids walking home. ~Yes, nearly everyday. We actually have rules about when and where you can roll down the window and shout random things at people. They are these: Not in our own neighborhood - people can find out where you live and egg your van or something. Not at stoplights when you'll be stuck sitting next to them for a while. Other than that, it's pretty much "go ahead," but don't say anything particularly rude.

Yesterday driving past the cemetery and seeing a few people gathered around a grave, should I lean out the window and sing "The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out..." ~No, it's probably not a good idea.

The Latest Silliness

Last week I had Bruce take Lydia to Wednesday evening church activities. I usually take all three of our oldest kids to these things, but Ross and Mark still had homework to finish, and I wanted to stay home and clean up the ginormous mess that our house had become. However, I was tired and feeling particularly lazy, so after Bruce left I dorked around on the computer for quite a while, the boys joining me in watching stupid youtube video after stupid youtube video once their homework was done.

After quite some time, I realized that I only had about 1/2 hour left until Bruce and Lydia were due to come home. Guilt ridden and a bit panicky, I told the boys "Quick! Clean like insane people!"
After which they followed my lead in "Cleaning like insane people!" and we threw trash all over the place, tossed a box of cards into the air, and I may have even opened the fridge and hurled an egg or two across the kitchen, all the while cackling like mad. It was a real hoot! After that, we got down to business and had the house spic and span by the time Bruce and Lydia came home. I'd say it was well worth it.

The kids had the day off for MLK day ("milk day" as I like to call it), so after we all pitched in and got the house good and clean, I took the kids to the zoo. (It was a unusually beautiful, nice day out). One highlight was when one of the kids pointed out that the gorilla kind of looked like Bruce from the back. No, Bruce's back isn't overly hairy or anything; it's just rather huge and muscular. I couldn't argue. There actually was some resemblance there. Yeah, that might have been wicked, but I couldn't resist a laugh when Mark said "Alright kids, I just got home from work, I'm tired, and I'm going to sit and watch this log." Sorry Bruce, I love you!

The other highlight was the kids running out of the Reptile House waving their arms and screaming "THEY GOT OUT! THEY GOT OUT! RUN!!"

Snuggley

Missing Phone

When I couldn't find my phone this afternoon, and after I emailed my hubby and told him to call me, after he called me 3 times and it didn't ring, I asked my three year old and received the following confession:

"I took the battery out and I hided it under the couch."

Sure enough, it was under the couch with the battery out and the back in place.

Now if only he can tell me where Lydia's missing phone is. It's been gone for about 3 weeks.

Zombie Grandfather

While Clayton (3 year old) played on the rocking horse that Bruce's grandfather made:

Bruce: Clayton, did you know that my grandpa made that rocking horse?

Clayton: Yeah. He died.

Bruce: Yeah.

Clayton: He's in the grave.

Bruce: Yeah.

Clayton: He's going to be a zombie and eat people's brains.

Conversations

My missionary brother, Trent (who will be home in one month from today!!!!) and my sons, Ross and Mark have goofy email conversations where they make up dialogue for characters. Here is one that Ross started:

"Pizza


Voldemort: Darth Vader how much pizza is there left.

Darth Vader: why don't you go look?

Sefroth: don't bother I ate the last slice.

Voldemort: WHAT YOU DID NOT!

Sefroth: WHAT I DID SO.

Voldemort: RRRRRRRRRRRRRR AAAAAAAAA AVADACADAVRA!

Darth Vader: um you
know I just orderd another pizza

Voldemort: I know"

(and Trent's responsed with)

"Sephroth: HAHA you can´t kill me!! that slice was my Horcrux"

They kill me!