April 11, 2012

  • I notice now that the post two times ago is all funky, with a lot of the spaces missing.  Urgh.  I'd fix it, if I had the desire.  I don't really.

     

    I was going to tell one more story....  the kids were being really silly at my my mom's house, and Grant was copying all the silliness that Madeleine was doing (marching to the bathroom, pretending the door to the house was locked when it wasn't and the door would spring open and she would pretend it hadn't, etc.) and Grant followed her after she left, doing all the same silly things with the door, and followed her in.  My mom and I sat out on the porch laughing and laughing.  But the there was loud crying from inside.  I went to see what the terrible trouble was, and Grant came fussing very strongly, saying something.  I didn't understand at first, buy my mom did.  He was saying, "Madeleine made no sense!"  Does she ever?  ;-P

    While I'm typing, Daddy told the kids a story about mommy and daddy having a family.  Then Madeleine told a story about a family of flowers.  Then Grant wanted to tell a story too.  Here is pretty much what it was.  I wasn't going to write it down, but as soon as he started "Long ago" I was hooked.  How is that for book language?

    "Long ago there was a little boy talking to Mommy and then he knocked over the garbage while going pee pee on the potty.  The end!" 

     

    Now Daddy is telling a story about lightning and Yeti Zombies.  Good times.  The kids love to play zombies in the dark, trying to eat us (we're plants), and then they'll replant us, so they can eat us again.  (It's from the game Plants vs. Zombies.)

    Anyway, it is time to go to bed!  Grant was a terrible sleeper last night, crying and crying instead of sleeping.  Boo.