hospital or no hospital?

football came home from school today with a sore throat. when artist heard that football had a sore throat, his eyes got really big.

'really?' he said.

'yep.' i reply.

'is he in the hospital?' he asked.

'noooo... why?' i say.

'i think if he has swords in his throat, you should take him to the hospital, mom.'

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true. if a child of mine has swords in his throat, i will be taking them to hospital. good advice, son. :)

hard questions

football and i where interviewing each other for fun (favorite bird, favorite scientist, barstool or sidewalk, ears or nose, etc.) and football said, 'mom, i want to ask you a hard question. how did God split himself in half to become Jesus?'

yup. i'll get back to you when i figure it out.

do you still love me?

artist got in trouble and had to go to bed early.

as bfp was kissing him goodnight, he said, 'i love you. do you still love me?'

it was pitiful, and very endearing.

and that's the law

bfp and i were sitting on the back porch swing when football and artist came out to ask a question. i answered it and artist replied with a straight face 'since mom said it, that's the law'. heehee.

lunch dinner supper

football called his friend this afternoon. the conversation started as follows:

football: 'what are you having for lunch today?'

other kid: 'tv dinner.'

football (impressed): 'you are having supper in front of the tv right now? we never get to do that.'

clearly a lesson on meal names is needed.

p.s. can i just add that i am proud my kid doesn't know what a tv dinner is? :)