Overheard

Michael: HOOOOAHHH
Ian: HOOOOAHHH
Michael: That’s right. You gotta do the sound effects or it doesn’t count.
Me: oh, is that the rule? It only counts if you yell about it? HERE I AM FEEDING THE BABY.
Michael: I love you.
Me: YEP, YEP, JUST GIVING THE KIDS LUNCH. SINCE WE’VE DECIDED EVERYTHING MUST BE HERALDED BY SHOUTING.
Michael: yes. Frat House.
Ian: mommy, why does Daddy keep saying Rat House?
Me: no, honey, Frat house. It’s short for fraternity house, which means a house full of brothers.
Ian: oh. Is this (Cliff Bar) for me?

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Incomparable sweetness

Most of the time, having a four year old is a special kind of crazy cakes. The kind where you never know what a minute will bring. His cognitive abilities are expanding moment by moment and are still accompanied by absolutely NO impulse control. So that’s exciting.

But sometimes there are moments like this:

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Overheard

Ian: Mommy, why aren’t you moving? (please note, this was said with as much dismay as you or I would express over someone who was actually bleeding from an orifice or three)
Me: sorry, I didn’t realize there was actually a rule against me holding still.
Michael: There isn’t. It’s just so unusual…

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Underpants Math

Rogue Underpants: 4+4=0
Ian owns 8 pairs of underwear. I know this because I bought him a 4 pack to make sure he’d accept a new style when I couldn’t find identical, larger underpants for him. (why, you ask? Remember the Polka Dot Diaper fiasco?)

Then I went back and had to hunt for the LAST pack they had in his size to complete his collection.

There are 7 days in a week. We have 2 hampers that get washed in rotation so the maximum time to clean laundry is 3 days. Subtract a pair for the change of everything in his school bag, and by my reasoning, there should always be at least 3 pairs of undies in Ian’s drawer. (1 in the bag, 1 on his tush, 3 in the hamper, 8 pairs total. 8-1-1-3=4, then figure on one less because he sometimes changes his clothes for no reason.)

But, every morning he goes to get dressed and then we hear… “BUT I DON’T HAVE ANY CLEAN UNDERWEAR!”

I think perhaps they’ve set up a secret guerilla base camp along with all the missing socks. They plan on recruiting the wash cloths next, so they can rely on force of numbers to overpower the larger items, like sweaters and bed sheets.