Conversations with my lovelies
Connor: Oh Mom, come here quick. Look at this
Me: (looking, horrified at a frog in 3 parts. Guts and all on our back patio) Oh, honey. Daddy is on his way home from work, and he will take care of it...Mommy gets queasy...Let's play somewhere else.
Connor: Mom, what do you think happened to the "turtle"? (in a stutter) Do..Do..Do, um. Do you think a Bear got him?
Me: I think that is highly unlikely
Connor: (looking in the direction of the gore) But, Mom look at him!
Me: Connor honey, just stay away from it. He's not there anymore anyway...He's in heaven now.
Connor: No he's not! (Pointing at the pieces and parts of the dead frog) He's RIGHT THERE! Daddy will fix him when he gets home.
Me: (looking, horrified at a frog in 3 parts. Guts and all on our back patio) Oh, honey. Daddy is on his way home from work, and he will take care of it...Mommy gets queasy...Let's play somewhere else.
Connor: Mom, what do you think happened to the "turtle"? (in a stutter) Do..Do..Do, um. Do you think a Bear got him?
Me: I think that is highly unlikely
Connor: (looking in the direction of the gore) But, Mom look at him!
Me: Connor honey, just stay away from it. He's not there anymore anyway...He's in heaven now.
Connor: No he's not! (Pointing at the pieces and parts of the dead frog) He's RIGHT THERE! Daddy will fix him when he gets home.
Act II
Daddy arrives home from work
Daddy arrives home from work
Connor: (grabbing his dad by the hand pulling him into the back yard) Dad, look at the turtle.
Dad: Oh wow, looks like he had a rough night.
Connor: Daddy, fix him
Dad: Oh, buddy...Daddy can't fix him
Connor: Yes you can! (Connor heads into the house by himself. Patrick and I hear him struggling, obviously carrying something heavy. He walks outside with Patrick's tool box) Here Dad, you can fix him! I'll help you.
Me: Good luck Daddy!
Dad: Oh wow, looks like he had a rough night.
Connor: Daddy, fix him
Dad: Oh, buddy...Daddy can't fix him
Connor: Yes you can! (Connor heads into the house by himself. Patrick and I hear him struggling, obviously carrying something heavy. He walks outside with Patrick's tool box) Here Dad, you can fix him! I'll help you.
Me: Good luck Daddy!
Patrick at this point sends me and the kids into the front yard so that he can "fix" the frog.
I wait for the "all clear". I bring the kids back to play. A few minutes later, they notice the frog is no longer there.
I wait for the "all clear". I bring the kids back to play. A few minutes later, they notice the frog is no longer there.
Connor: Look Mom, Daddy fixed him. Jordyn, he hopped away. See Mom, I told you he'd fix him.
ewwwwww.
but lovelies. i think i will start calling mine "my lovelies" if you don't mind :)
Posted by
Marie |
June 17, 2009 at 3:38 PM
You have the sweetest babies!
Posted by
Helen Hassel |
June 23, 2009 at 11:08 PM
that's ADORABLE. :)
Kortnie
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June 26, 2009 at 6:10 PM
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