Wednesday, January 14, 2009

My Silly Kids

A few weeks back, I wrote about how Susanna is trying to be prepared in case there is no toilet paper. Well...last week, the two of us went to Walmart on an errand, and everything was going well. She had a little tin of candies, though, and I warned her if they spilled, everything on the ground would have to go in the garbage. We made it to the checkout line before that actually happened. She started screaming as I picked up mints and tossed them in the garbage can. Hysterically. And during this time, the checkout clerk wanted to see my drivers license for the check I wrote. I didn't bring my drivers license inside...our account number is "in the system" and they've never needed ID after the initial time. Nope, she was NOT going to approve the $5.17 transaction without it...and I needed my contact solution. So I off I went outside, dragging a crying and screaming three-year-old with me. We get out to Tony's truck (which he had me drive because I don't even remember why...but the heater only works on high and it rattles terribly, the heater, that is), and she decides she's going to stay there and not come back into the store. So back I head, dragging a now screaming, crying, AND kicking three year old who is demanding a "nose wiper." I told her I didn't have one, she'd have to wait until we got home (which, thankfully, was our next stop!). However, as we got back to the checkout line, Susi was all smiles. "Look, Mama! I found a nose wiper!" Thinking it was one of the kleenex she occasionally has in her coat pockets (after all, her barbies need dresses and bride's hats, you know), I smiled and said, "Great! Where did you find one?" "Right here." And pointed to her pants. Yep, stashing toilet paper does come in handy. EWWW!!!!!

Last night, Tony was reading to the kids from their new devotionals about the story of Joseph and his brothers. Some of the questions were "do your brothers and sisters bother you sometimes? Do you sometimes wish you could trade them for a different one?" Luke looked at Susanna and said, "No! I love her!" So I asked Sus, "would you want Luke to go away and have a different boy here instead?" No hesitation. Defiinite nod of the head. "Who tells Daddy not to spank you when you are bad?" She points to Luke. "Who shares his candy and favorite food with you?" She points to Luke. "Who is the only one who gives you things you want when you fuss and scream because you don't have them?" She points to Luke. "Who plays dollies and princess castle with you even though you don't play soldiers with him?" She points to Luke. "Who gives you hugs and kisses because he loves you so much?" She points to Daddy. Then me. Then Luke. "And you want him to go away and have someone else here instead?" Another nod. Luke, meanwhile, is hamming it up. Sad face. Covering his eyes. Pretending he is sobbing. He even had me going (until I mentioned that I wanted him to stay...the he was all silly smiles until Sus shook her head again). Finally, she gave him hugs and kisses...although she never did say she didn't want to trade him in!

She was up pretty early this morning (after crawling into bed with us for the fifth night in a row...and being carried back to her bed by Tony). She then informed me that Luke was still in bed sleeping and we must be careful not to wake him up. Soon after, though, he did wake up on his own. We have a photo of Cousin Andrew on his bedroom mirror as well as the young man Tony has been sponsoring through World Vision for many, many years. And as Luke woke up, that's the first thing he said. "Good morning, God! It's a bright, sunshiny day, thank You! Good morning, Benson! Good morning, Cousin Andrew! Stay safe and fight all those bad guys in Iraq!" Funny thing is that Andrew was on facebook at that same time...so I was able to let him know....I think there will be a tickle war between the two cousins when he gets back this way....

Have a great, sunshiny day! We will (even though temps aren't supposed to get above -10)!

6 comments:

precious grandma said...

Hey, Gram always had TP tucked in her bra when they were traveling...never know when you'll need it. And remember in Hungary when it cost 10 cents for a little square sheet in the public restrooms.
Gram also had Kleenex (new and used) shoved into her sleeves for drippy noses.
It's cold, snowy but sunny at times. In the single digits (above zero), and we left 80+ weather in San Diego! Oh, well, this too shall pass, eventually. Thankful we have enough clothes to layer them all on at once! (and a somewhat warm house.
Love you all.

Martha said...

Grandma stuffed her bra?! Oh my goodness! I'm glad I never knew that before now! I might have lost a little respect for her! :) I knew she kept the kleenex in her watch band, but her bra?!?!?!

Lin, I'm so glad that YOU were the one telling that story about Susi in Walmart and not me! Sometimes I just dread taking the boys places because you never know what might happen at any given second!

liz said...

While I was pregnant I witnessed a young boy in a grocery store telling his mother (and allllll the rest of us) "I'M. NOT. VERY. HAPPY. WITH. YOU. RIGHT. NOW."

It was clear to me where he had learned to communicate his dissatisfaction, and I was careful to make sure that if my kids screamed, that's all they did. Sounds like you were, too. Whew! Good job!

LindaSue said...

oh, I was tempted to do so much more! And probably would have if we weren't in public! Good thing we were.....

And it's hilarious! My kids often say the same thing that boy did. I'M. NOT. VERY. HAPPY. WITH. YOU. RIGHT. NOW. They also sometimes include I. AM. NOT. A. HAPPY. CHILD. RIGHT. NOW. She usually follows it with a GRRRR!!!! (which I don't, HONEST!)

precious grandma said...

Mar, Gram also used her bra for her extra $ when traveling. I guess that says something for the travel purses in those days!

GramS said...

Lin, forget the bra thing for Susi. She might be too young yet.

I remember so many times telling Dianne that "this is NOT a 'beg and bug' trip!" when we went to the store together. And I do remember walking out of the store with our pre-schoolers, and going home w/o purchasing things (more crying, but, oh, well, I didn't have to share all that noise with the onlookers.) They do grow up, learn to drive a car, then get their own stuff.