Silliness

"Once upon a time there was a baby and he put corn on his head. The End."

"Once upon a time there was a pumpkin and the pumpkin ate a marker and he said there is a baby in my mouth."

"These cranberries need to go to time out." 5x

"poopy head" (I'm still struggling with the whole potty talk thing. . . what is allowed and when if ever?)

"Banana boat" 112x

"Eat my meatballs. Simon. . . where is Simon? Simon--eat my meatballs! Daddy---eat my meatballs."

My kids are in a silly stage. I say silly stage because I am just hoping so very much that this is just a STAGE. Please let it be! They say silly things. . . they laugh at each other. . . they do it every time they are in the car, at the table, around each other at all! They outdo each other. They laugh. They giggle. In fact, as I'm writing this, Garrison walked up to me and said, "Get this baby out of my mouth!" and then laughed and laughed. You laughed didn't you? Didn't you think it was funny? Oh. . . Simon is at the table and just repeated it. Garrison did too. It is one big echo in here.

Inevitably, one of three things happen. 1. They continue and ramp it up in volume. 2. They fight about someone who didn't do it right, who interrupted, or who did both. 3. I get fed up with it.

There are times when I can see the humor. I can laugh (very silently!) at how they are trying out new words and combinations. [Part of me wants to just start typing their conversation right now. . . silly I tell you!] Other times. . . I want to pull my hair out.

I am confident that I never did such things. . . certainly not with my sister Tricia . . . in the back of the station wagon (may he rest in peace) . . . on the way home from church. Amen.