They put the tape over their own mouths. I swear.
Over the weekend our power went out.
For FOUR HOURS.
I’m like, how am I going to entertain my kids with no TV?
Wow. Am I the Ugly American or what?
I put the twins to bed between seven-thirty and eight every night. Usually they fall asleep pretty quickly.
But one night last week it was after nine and I realized they were still up. I heard running feet, slamming doors, and screaming laughter upstairs.
I told them to lie down, but seconds later they were up and running again. They were really hyped-up. I couldn’t figure it out.
I decided to lie down in their room to make sure they didn’t get up again. After the expected I-have-to-go-potty-times-two died down, they were quiet.
In the silence of the bedroom I heard a soft but strange sound.
rustle rustle munch munch
What was that?
rustle rustle munch munch
It sounds like… I’m not sure…
rustle rustle munch munch
I jumped up and crossed quickly to Little Girl’s bed. Sure enough, she was eating Skittles. I confiscated them.
I dashed to the other side of the room and ripped a pack of Nerds from Little Boy.
They had stashed Halloween candy in their beds!!!
No wonder they weren’t asleep!
It’s quite a talent, but Little Girl actually managed to use her homework to insult her siblings.
<<< Here she is snickering to herself about it.
The teacher wanted her to write and draw pictures about the beginning, middle, and end of her day.
Since her day includes lots of siblings, she saw an opportunity.
She drew her brother and announced to him: “This is you. You’re wearing a dress.”
She drew GG and said, “This is you screaming at me. This is me telling you to shut up.”
She drew Boo. “Look at these marks around Boo! They are stinky marks. Because she farted.”
I hope one day Little Girl can learn to use her powers for good.
Little Girl is terrified of Chuck E. Cheese.
(Not that I blame her. That giant mouse is creepy.)
This phobia was not alleviated in any way by the last party we attended at the Chuck E. Establishment. I think there was a sadistic individual inside the Chuck E. Costume that day.
Call me crazy, but when the child is quaking, crying, and clinging to her mother’s legs, this should be a signal to BACK OFF.
Instead he kept advancing, coming AT HER past the other kids who actually liked him and wanted to touch him.
I’m like, Dude, what is wrong with you? Who said it was okay for you to put on a giant fuzzy head and hang around little kids?
Anyways, we finally escaped from the Evil Mouse and played video games, and Little girl began to enjoy herself.
Then the birthday party started. And the Party Lady in charge of the festivities got all the kids to start pounding the tables and chanting, “Chuck E. CHEESE! Chuck E. CHEESE! Chuck E. CHEESE! “
Little Girl got the most horrified look on her face. You could see her thinking, “They’re summoning him?! They are actually SUMMONING that demonic THING out of the EVIL ABYSS below??!!”
When Chuck E. finally answered the call and appeared, Little Girl was nowhere to be seen.
I finally found her shivering under the table, covering her eyes and ears.
Needless to say, we have not been back to Chuck E. Cheese’s since….
I went out to lunch with a friend recently.
Unfortunately, the twins were out of school, so I had to drag them along.
My friend was very gracious about this, and refrained from comment as Little Girl jumped all over the seat, exposed her underwear to a neighboring table, and wondered aloud why her gourmet macaroni and cheese did not resemble Kraft Easy Mac.
But then the upholstery of my seat (ahem) made a noise.
Little Boy hollered at top volume: “Mommy! You FARTED!!”
My friend tried to pretend she didn’t hear anything.
I said calmly that I did not fart; my seat cushion made a noise. I demonstrated the noise by sliding around on the upholstery of the booth some more.
Little Boy scoffed openly at this.”That’s not the sound, Mommy. You made a sound like THHBBBTT!!! And that’s a FART! You FARTED!!!!”
He laughed uproariously.
My friend could not contain her own laughter at this point. And I know she was thinking, “Just admit you farted, girl. Your son’s not a fool.”
I don’t think she’ll be wanting to go anywhere with me for a while.
But let the record show: I did not fart. IT WAS THE SEAT!!!!!
Little Boy likes to play a hiding game. One night he built a pillow barricade all around his bed and hid under the bed.
What he didn’t realize is that he had company under there.
A little background: Our cat is not what you’d call a “kid-friendly” animal. Like many cats, he barely tolerates the larger humans of the household because we feed him. He sees no use for the small humans whatsoever.
(If you’re interested in more stories about the cat click here.)
Long story short, the twins are terrified of the cat.
So you can imagine Little Boy’s reaction when he barricaded himself into the shadowy gloom under the bed, and then looked back to see a pair of yellow eyes shining at him through the dark.
At least he has something to tell his therapist when he grows up.