So we are in the car with the 10 yr old and he starts whining that he wants to hear radio music . . . So The Husband turns the dial until we hear Chicago’s “Hard To Say I’m Sorry” and as any in sync couple does we start belting the words out together at the top of our lungs. We followed it up with “islands In The Stream”. The 10 yr old did not appreciate it but we did.
So the husband is sitting at the table listening to music and says, "You know I'd like to hear 'Classical Gas'. It has been awhile." The 9-yr old says, "So you want me to fart?" The husband explains, "No. I'm talking about a song" to where the 9-yr old replies, "Darn, because I have one in stock, ready to go!"
After watching the traffic this morning and seeing one car wreck after another the 9-yr old says, “People need to stop crashing. We’re gonna run out of metal. We need it to build more cars and for pipes for our water!”
Freezer Pop Lightsabers! This is what happens when the parents are more childish than the kids.
So, I’m at the corner store/pharmacy picking up a prescription with my 9-yr old in tow when he says he needs to go to the bathroom. The pharmacist tells me the bathrooms are behind the employee only door and to have him press “1, 2, 3, 4, pound” to get in. I do and then he goes to the door and I continue to talk to the pharmacist (the door is only 10 feet away – don’t be mom hating on me – these are funny stories!) . My son tells me, “Mom, its not working” as he does the pee-pee dance. I tell him press “1, 2, 3, 4, pound” so he dials 1, 2, 3, 4 and then bangs on the door. After the pharmacist and I stop rolling on the floor laughing I tell him, “NOT pound on the door . . . press 1, 2, 3, 4 hashtag!” Damn I’m old!