I am standing in the kitchen trying to fake a cobbler for the reunion.  I'm a little distracted as kids scamper in and out.  Brett walks up and says.....

"Mom, what's a stripper mall?"

"What?" I reply

"A stripper mall" says Brett, more clearly this time.

It takes me a second, but I think I've got it.

"You mean, a strip mall?"

"Yeah, they just said it on TV" he replies

I explain what a strip mall is.  

"Oh" he says.  "I thought it would be much more interesting".   

*facepalm*  

We've all been sharing this lovely stomach bug this week.  Brett had it first, but it seems to have made a bit of a comback with him.  Today the school calls me to tell me that he says he has thrown up again.  I have it today, so Curt's mom is nice enough to get him from school and bring him home.  Looking totally fine, he plants himself on the couch and happily begins to doodle.  Emma, thrilled to have a new playmate for the afternoon starts to try and talk to him.  Brett deadpans "Emma.  Be gone.  You might make me throw up again."

Brett is playing baseball.  He's loves it, although he's very green.  He's in the outfield, and doesn't usually see too much action.  One day we're picking him up from a game and I aske him how it went.  He says "Okay, I didn't find one single four leaf clover out there today though!". 

Curt's grandmother has a saying that she used to say to him when he was young and got hurt.  Now she uses it on our kids.  She says "Well, it will be better before your married" before kissing them and sending them on their way.    

Emma and Evan are playing together when Evan takes a tumble and begins to cry.  Emma turns to him knowingly and says "Well Evan, like Grandma Speer says....You'd better get married!" 

I got this a while back in an email from Caroline...

"Found Emma's dolls like this...eventually Brett confessed.  Start the therapy now or wait until he REALLY needs it??

Love, Caroline"




My response:

"I DIED laughing... Please dear god save one till he's older. I'll pay for it.

 

Normal kids: Here Emma, here's your doll.

Stupid kids: I know, I'll scrible all over the face.

Bad kids: I know, I'll draw a mustash on the face.

Refined kids: I know, I'll make them all look like englishmen."

She says:

"Cwap!!  Made him clean them off, that's why I snapped pic.  He said he was tired of her going into his room and wrecking his stuff, so he wrecked her dolls.  But you're right...mustaches and monocles are refined.  I almost couldn't yell at him I was laughing so hard."




- Uncle Mathew