Simply Stacy

Britt

During a discussion of who's your girlfriend with the boys, after watching a cartoon where a boy looked sweetly at a girl.

M: Who is your girlfriend, Britt?

B: {embarrased} Mom, I don't have one.

M: Is it .....insert any name I could think of here?

B: Moooommmmm

{Several more rounds of girls' names}

M: Well, who do you look at like that?

B: Flashes me those baby blues and says.....You.

Anyone know how to stop time?

Britt

Conversation with Britt after school one day this week:

Mom: How was school?

B: You're never gonna guess what happened.

M: What? (alerted by the volunteering of information)

B: This one boy said something about this other boy and he got mad.  But he thought I said it and he started chasing me.

M: What did you do?

B: RUN.  (with the inference that may as well said DUH!)

M: Where were you?

B: On the playground.  We ran two laps.

M: Wow, that's a half of a mile.  Were you running fast?

B: Faster than him.

M: How did it end?

B: Finally the boy that said it caught up with us.  I wish he could run faster.  

Man, I love this kid! 

Britt

Having just gotten out of the shower, I went into the boys' room to tuck them in for bed.  They were already in bed and somewhat calm.  I hugged Charlie and he said, "Night, Mama, I love you."

Then Britt, "Hey Mom, you smell good.  Did you spray air freshener on you?"

Gotta love the little boy mentality.  I can't help but think that this may an insight into his college years when he is Febreezing his clothes and wearing them again. 

Britt

Tonight's conversation at the dinner table:

Me: How was school?

Britt: Fine.  (His usual...no details)

Charlie: Good.  (starts telling me about his day in detail) 

At some point in Charlie's description of his day Britt interupts with

B: What are you sayin', Willis? 

Followed by laughter from Mom and Dad. 

It's the little things that I cherish the most sometimes!  Have a great weekend.  Keep praying for Gustav to die out! 

Mysteries revealed

Over hearing little boys' conversations is the best!  This one with their friend Haiden while eating air heads candy.

Britt:  I can always tell what the mystery flavor is.

Haiden:  How?

Britt:  (Indistinct rambling about how he can ALWAYS tell.  BTW, he is usually wrong.)

Charlie: (almost to himself) They are all mystery flavors to me cuz I can't read yet.

Ah, preschool logic.  Gotta love it!

Charlie

In Target the other day, I was shopping for Pat some new underwear.  (Why I was picking out a grown man's underwear is a whole other story, and I won't go there.)  Charlie and Britt were with me in the cart.  Charlie looked up from his toy and said, "EEEEW.  Those are gross."

Me: "What is gross?"

C: "Those pictures of those guys with no clothes on.  Why are they like that?"

Me: "Because it showing you what types of underwear are in the packages.  That is what we are shopping for right here.  How else would you know what you were buying?"

C: Pointing to the very small drawing of the underwear in the top right corner of the package where the sizes are, "There's a picture of it right there, with no people in them."

His dad was so heterosexually proud!

The boys have started fighting constantly it seems.  One is always hitting or throwing something at the other one.  I feel like more of a referee than a mom right now.

Having said this...here is the conversation the other day in the car.  Britt was singing a song with non-sense lyrics and Charlie well he was hitting him.

B: Oooouuuuccchhh!  Charlie hit me.

M: Come on guys. (Looking in the mirror at Charlie who really looks mad not just aggrevated as usual) Why did you hit him Charlie?

B: Because he is mean.

M: Britt, I asked Charlie.  Charlie, what is the problem?

C: Because he was singing really bad.

Who knows maybe Charlie will be the next Simon on the all new more violent version of American Idol.

Later.

Sunday mornings in our house are always busy.  No matter how early I get up, it seems I can never get to church on time.  This past Sunday was no different.  We were running late and Britt could not find his Bible.  I went back in to look for it, and knowing Britt, it would not be in a "normal" place.  I just grabbed the little Children's Living Bible that I used as a little girl off the shelf and told myself that he was old enough to take care of it for one day. 

I handed my Bible to Britt and told him that it was mine when I was a little girl.  He was quite impressed with the condition of it...no tears or bent pages like his has. 

Britt: Mama, you must have been really careful with your Bible. It's not torn or nothing.

Me: Yes and I want you to take care of it today.

Britt: How old were you when you got it?

Me: Four

Britt: Wow, look at all of these pictures.

He went on describing the pictures to Charlie for a little while.  Then he realized that it had a New Testament just like his Bible.

Britt:  Look it has a New Testament.  Mama, they had the Old and New Testament when you were a little girl?

Me:  Yes, Britt.  After all I didn't actually meet Jesus in person.