Brief history: Cat gets in box all the time... ALL the time...
Thing 1: Cali's gunna kill you.
Tart: Peeks into living room
(Thing 2 is sitting in the box)
Tart: Stay there.
Thing 2: NO! You're going to take a picture!
Tart: Don't move!
Thing 2: No way!
Tart: Why not?
Thing 2: Because you wouldn't take me to Meijer.
Tart: Come with N. and I tonight. Now get in the box.
(as you can see, he cooperated)
On Dog Walking
Thing 1: Look at dad, he looks like a dufus,Tart and Thing 2 *come to window and look out*
HWMNBNOTI is in front with the dog, ready for a walk.
Thing 1: Look at that hat.
(hat is knitted hat with ear flaps)
*HWMNBNOTI starts walking*
Joel *sits in front yard*
*HWMNBNOTI keeps walking*
Joel keeps sitting
Thing 1: Dad's clear down the blockJoel keeps sitting
*Tart and Thing 2 lean to look down street*
(HWMNBNOTI is out of site)
(Joel has walked clear to the neighbors front yard)
Thing 1: Why does dad keep going?
Tart: He needs to put Joel on a leash.
Thing 2: He tried that. You literally have to drag him. He just sits there.
Thing 1: Dad's still going.
(Joel is still sitting in front of neighbor's house)
Thing 1: Finally. Dad turned around.
(Joel sees this and turns back toward the house)
Thing 1: No wonder Joel's fat.
On Trip to Target
Thing 1: Can I drive?
Tart: yup *grabs keys and glasses * (I'm near sighted)
Thing 1 *reaches and grabs end of glasses *
Thing 1: Oh, sorry. *grabs keys *
Thing 2: Shotgun!
Tart: Uh... no.
Thing 1: Where is the... erm...
Tart *shows Thing 1 the windshield wiper options*
*Thing 1 backs out*
Thing 2: Does it bother you that I don't feel safe?
Thing 1: No. Get used to it. When I get my license, I'll be the one driving you places.
Thing 2: So mom and dad can just sit at home
Tart *rolls eyes* *savors idea of not having to run errands*
(drive a couple blocks)
Thing 2 *does something obnoxious*
Tart: *Reprimands* Never distract your sister while she's driving.
Thing 2: What if I'm 40 and I've broken my leg and I'm screaming in pain. Can I do that?
Thing 1: Silver one. (slug bug, that is)
Thing 1: Can I have a doughnut?
Thing 2: I brought money for a doughnut.
Tart: I'll buy you each a doughnut.
(we then meet as I come out of the booze aisle)
Tart: You can each pick a 2 liter pop—no caffeine (weekend starts tomorrow and I know we're out).
(Thing 1 picks red-pop—a delicacy unheard of on the west coast. Thing 2 picks Cream Soda)
Tart: You like Cream Soda?
Thing 1: Everybody in our family likes Cream Soda. (how did I not know this?)
Thing 2: Oh, oh oh oh... Can we get like 900 bags of jelly beans?
Thing 1: Yuck! There's only like one good flavor.
(Jelly bean debate ensues until....)
Things in unison: Oh oh oh oh oh... Can we get cream eggs?
Tart: One each. Get me one too.
(at check out)
Tart: *rushes to open check out * (woman behind has cart pushed into our space)
Thing 1: Way to not leave any room!
Tart *mortified* *scolds*
Thing 1 *mortified* I meant you! I was talking to you! (lady had moved her cart) Now I feel like a jerk!
(we walk out)
Thing 1: You know he has to run like that or his pants will fall down.
Tart: It's true.
Thing 2: What was that?
Tart: *explains to son about olden days when people pulled their pants up*
There is a kerfuffle walking in as Thing 2 is trying to squeeze between Thing 1 and I, claiming if he walks behind us, he has to step on our heels(Thing 2 has gone to get iPod headphones. I am standing in front of dressing room waiting for Thing 1)
Thing 2 *finds me and approaches with strange side-stepping thing *
Tart: You're a strange child.
Thing 2 *singing* Cuz your friends don't dance and if they don't dance then they're... no friends of mine.
Tart *snort *
(Thing 1 comes out)
Tart: Men's section?
So none of that looks as amusing as it seemed at the time. I laughed quite a bit, but my memory stinks... I suppose if we survive a trip to Target with all three of us and I come away laughing, I can call it a win.
Anyone find odd bonding moments with your kids lately? And HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!