Living with boys means sometimes the craziest things come out of their mouths. Example, last week I had another fight with my mandolin and precariously cut off the left side of the tip of my thumb. Nothing salvageable to glue or stitch. It hurts. It's ugly. David is enthralled with it!! So this weekend he 'pretends' and asks "mama, what if you cut off 1 finger?" It'd hurt. "What if you cut off two fingers?" It'd hurt even more. "What if you cut off FOUR fingers mama?!" WHY ARE YOU CUTTING MY FINGERS OFF EVEN IF ONLY PRETEND?!
Cut to today ... playing red light; green light in the garage as I organize and clean.
Red light = stop
Green light = go fast
Yellow = slow
Orange = to the right
Pink = to the left
Blue = backwards
Purple = dance
Suddenly as we're in the middle of playing ... David yells ... BROWN LIGHT!!!! I'm stumped. But before I can even ask what he's assigned to brown he says, "MAMA BROWN LIGHT MEANS POOP!" I have to poop!!!" Then he blaze passed me and up the stairs to the nearest toilet. Well alright then.
I know little girls at this age aren't quite as dainty as some believe ... but really? Mama's of boy can't be faint of heart.
