Conversation of the day

Fist, let me apologize, dear Reader (Hi honey!).  It seems when I tried to load IE 9, my computer decided I was an idiot and refused to allow me to continue on my lifelong path of least resistance, and thus has refused to cooperate with my desire to use the program I feel most comfortable with.  So I switched to Google Chrome, which I had a vague familiarity with.  I had imported my bookmarks earlier, but couldn't be bothered to figure out how to put newer ones like blogger on there.  So this is my simple-minded reason for not updating my blog this month.  I rock.  I know I do.

Today's conversation:
"Mom, what are we doing today?"
I resist the temptation to say "The same thing we do everyday, Pinky.  Try to take over the world."  I want to say it everyday, but my kids don't understand the reference and this confuses them.  Then they shake their heads at me and get out Math books and figure out multiplication and subtraction and pretend to have a normal mama instead of a mama that is slightly crazy.  Instead, I reply, "Well, I think we'll work on Latin and Math for now, since I don't want to start a new week's worth of Core."  By the way, I catch myself saying "well" a lot.  That and "but, anyway..." at the end of a sentence it drives me absolutely nuts, but I can't seem to break the habit.
Groans from the children.
"Oh, and then we need to get the laundry done, and pack today."
Nate interrupts, "To go to Auntie Header's?"
"Yep, I want the house cleaned and the van packed before bedtime tonight."
"And, Uncle Derry haves Otter Pops?"
"Yes, Uncle Jerry has Otter Pops, but you need to get your laundry out of the dryer and set it by the coffee table so I can fold it for you."
"I like Uncle Derry's Otter Pops."
"Did you hear me?  Can you get your laundry out here please?"
"Uncle Derry have gween Otter Pops?"
At this point I realize that like my pets, the kids are hearing, "Blah, blah, blah, blah, Otter Pops. Wah, wah, wah, Blah."

Once, my kids went to stay at their aunt's house. and their uncle gave them the much coveted Otter Pops.  Since then, every time we go, they want to know if Uncle Jerry has Otter Pops.  I could tell them that Auntie Heather is the person behind the Otter Pops, that she buys them.  Auntie Heather could have offered them Otter Pops forever since, and Uncle Jerry have offered none.  Nope.  They are Uncle Jerry's Otter Pops--delicious tubes of artificial colors and high fructose corn syrup.  The kids are in heaven.  Or they will be, once they've finished their Math and Latin, packed their clothes and entertainments for the trip, slept, awakened at the crack of dawn and  ridden in the happy fun bus for 10 hours to arrive tired and cranky at our destination.

Books

The problem with raising your kids this way is that there are books everywhere.  On the sofa, in the sofa, on the floor, on top of the bed, in the bed, under the bed.  I wanted to instill a love of books, I just didn't know that we'd be sleeping with them.