Chicken: Where did you get dat?
Me: Get what? The honey?
Chicken: Yeah. Did dat honey come from bees?
Me: Yeah.
Chicken: WHY DID YOU DO DAT?
Me: Do what?
Chicken: WHY DID YOU STEAL DAT HONEY FROM DA BEES?
Me: (excuse me!!) I didn't steal it from any bees!
Chicken: Den how did you get it??
Me: Someone else took it from the bees.
Chicken (to Edee): Someone else STOLE honey from the bees!!!
Man, he almost has me feeling bad about buying the honey.
Oh noodles.
"Edee" and "Chicken" are nicknames for my two little rascals. The names originated from how my daughter would pronounce both her own and little brother's name when she first started talking. They've stuck. Chicken may live to regret that someday....
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Church
We've had such a lazy afternoon today following a busy, fun weekend. I have been posting photos to our family blog when Edee and Chicken came up and asked if I would read them "funny blog stories". I realized it's been months since I've posted here, and many of their funny sayings and doings have now been lost in my bad-memory oblivion.
I do remember a recent occurrence though worth recording, from my dear Chicken.
We are at church two weekends ago, after another fun, very busy weekend. Feeling exhausted and restless, I was also super irritable from being suffocated by my grumpy, clamoring children, who felt a need to be climbing on me simultaneously and whining about everything.
During the most quiet part of the meeting, after sending Edee out with Daddy once and snapping at both of them lots of times, Chicken begins to crawl on my lap...again. My threshold of patience was so thin at this point that if anyone so much as touched me I was worried I might explode. I held my breath as his knee caps grinded into the tops of my thighs and his little hands reached out to grab both of my ears. Then he leaned forward and quietly whispered in his little voice of his...
"You put da lime in da coconut, da lime in da coconut..."
Okay, how could anyone NOT laugh at that? It helped clear the air a little bit--thank goodness--if he would have whined about a snack one more time I would have had to leave the room. How I love these goofy, albeit CrAzY, drive-me-cRaZy children of mine!!
I do remember a recent occurrence though worth recording, from my dear Chicken.
We are at church two weekends ago, after another fun, very busy weekend. Feeling exhausted and restless, I was also super irritable from being suffocated by my grumpy, clamoring children, who felt a need to be climbing on me simultaneously and whining about everything.
During the most quiet part of the meeting, after sending Edee out with Daddy once and snapping at both of them lots of times, Chicken begins to crawl on my lap...again. My threshold of patience was so thin at this point that if anyone so much as touched me I was worried I might explode. I held my breath as his knee caps grinded into the tops of my thighs and his little hands reached out to grab both of my ears. Then he leaned forward and quietly whispered in his little voice of his...
"You put da lime in da coconut, da lime in da coconut..."
Okay, how could anyone NOT laugh at that? It helped clear the air a little bit--thank goodness--if he would have whined about a snack one more time I would have had to leave the room. How I love these goofy, albeit CrAzY, drive-me-cRaZy children of mine!!
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