My husband informs me that, after discussing one of our favorite tracks from “O Brother, Where Art Thou,” he figured out that Ian has been singing “as I went down in the river to prey…”
Hey, at least the science is sound.
Run, Keeghan, RUN!
Pushing the season, as is usual around here.
Ian: Mommy, if our house is attacked, we should make sure to exit the building immediately.
Me: Ok. I’ll keep that in mind.
Ian: Yes. We need to get out of here, so we aren’t killed. Then we have to defend the house. Mommy, I will take the front door. You take this door, and Daddy will protect the gate.
Me: What about Keeghan? What should he do?
Ian: Nothing. We’ll protect the house.
Me: What about his crib? Shouldn’t he protect his crib?
Ian: Yes. Keeghan, if we are attacked, you defend your crib. That’s very important.
PS: STOP telling him about September 11.
We don’t know who put the Glass Break HooDoo Whammy on us, but whoever you are… we are sure that whatever it is we did, it was a complete oversight. We sincerely apologize, and I assure you we never, in our lives, would have wanted to hurt or upset you.
FYI, in addition to the two windows, we are also down one small Pyrex casserole and a butter dish. We’re concerned about the pickle jar, and I decided this was NOT the week to take the glass down off the hallway light and wash it.
Here is what Google Adsense did with my post from yesterday. Creepy, right?
Twice in one week.
Mommy: (removes pizza from oven)
Keeghan: (looking at pizza) DA DA! BRUDDER!
I can’t figure out whether he was scooping me on the announcement or warning them to get in here before he ate it all.
Nothing like the sound of breaking glass to add a little dynamic tension to “tidy up time.”