Called Me Out

I wore my fabulous reindeer hat yesterday morning when dropping the boys off at school.  When I pulled it on my head, I said, "Welp, my hair is nasty; good thing I love this hat!"  Then I heard Alex chime in with, "Or you could take a shower and wash your hair."  Or you could shut your face, sir.

Mixing Subjects

Sam asked for a piece of paper and a pencil last night.  He worked super hard for .9 seconds and proudly produced the following and asked me if I knew what it was:

I was pretty certain, so I said it was two rectangles.  Nope.  "This one's a big rectangle, an this one is a lower case rectangle."

Never Doing it Right

When the boys have milk, we usually do half white milk and half chocolate.  I usually remember to pour their glasses before putting them on the table in case one of them decides white milk is the most digusting thing to ever be that day.  Last night, I forgot and Sam watched me pour the milk.  I seriously poured half a cup of white milk and then half a cup of chocolate milk.  Sam looked at me like it was my first day here...

"Is this half white milk and half chocolate milk?  I don't like 1/2 white, 1/2 chocoalte.  I like 1/2 white and whole chocolate.  You put the chocolate in first and THEN put in the 1/2 white.  That's how Daddy does it."

Best Christmas Purchase So Far:

Quick Wit

When I drop Alex off at school, he is faced with one of two options for entering the school.  Which option he gets is dependent on how early we get there.  If we get there early, he has to walk up a big hill and go across the playground and go in the back doors.  If we get there late enough, he just walks in the front door.  I have no clue why it is set up this way, but I trust the administration has a solid reason for it, and as you can imagine, my darling prefers the latter.

The other morning was a bit of a bear.  Both boys were literally dragging their feet getting ready as I felt my patience winnowing away.  After some sharp words, we were finally all in the car.  We had a chat on the way about how we could be better organized so we could avoid all feeling crummy to start our days.

Everything was back on track and as we pulled in I mentioned to Alex that we were late enough that he didn't have to walk up the hill.  With a little smirk, he quickly said, "I'd like to think that is partially due to my efforts."  He's lucky I know he wasn't functioning with that much forethought when he was moving like a sloth on downers to get out of the house.