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.