Hunting at Chuck E. Cheese

Took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese yesterday and of course Mason wants to play all the gun shooting games. It's bad enough he's firing at enemy warships and enormous arachnids but they even have a hunting game now where he shoots at animals. I said to him, "Oh that's so sad, look, you're shooting at wolves and other animals!" And then he says, "Well we have to eat something!"

Talking to my sister...

I am 5 months pregnant and when Mason wants to talk to his sister, he asks me to open my mouth because he thinks the best way to get through to her is to shout down my throat. After yelling some stuff into my mouth, he asks me if she's kicking now.

He also thinks she's going to burst out of my belly button when she comes out! Can you imagine!!!!

Trip to the Farm

Mason's class went on a field trip to the local farm. He came home and excitedly told me, "I touched sheep, fed chickens and used a Port-O-Potty!!! It doesn't flush but has a chemical that makes it not smell."

Boy Or Girl?!

Back in the late 70s and 80s, when my younger brothers and I were born, our parents didn't have the luxury of finding out through ultrasounds whether they're having a boy or a girl. My dad was sure my mom carrying a boy while I was in utero, but (they tell me) he was just as happy to find out after I was born that I was a girl, hee hee.

With my brother's birth, the nurse comes into the waiting room to my eagerly anticipating dad and says, "Congratulations! You have a son!" And my poor dad, with his mediocre English and coursing adrenaline, is utterly confused and replies, "Is it a boy or a girl?!" And the nurse replies, "A son!" And poor dad asks again, "Boy or girl??" Until finally, the nurse says, "Boy!" And my elated dad finally understands - son means BOY!