Whose Mom?

I was writing a letter to my mom in cursive. Nathan came over and looked at the paper and asked what it said.

I read, "Dear Mom."

Nathan looked at my quizzically and asked, "You're writing a letter to yourself?"

I'm Cute and I Know It

After fishing something small and inedible out of Alex's mouth for what seemed like the hundredth time today (seriously, how does she find this stuff?!), I said, "I've about had it with you today!"

She looked up at me sweetly with her head cocked to one side and said, "Oh-tay, Mom."

The Lure of the Toy Machine

We were leaving the store, and of course the kids saw the machine where you use a claw to grab a toy. Taylor wanted to use it, and I was trying to explain to him how people are rarely able to get anything. It just takes your money and you get nothing, so it's a waste. He was adamant that HE would be able to get something, but I told him we weren't going to waste our time and money trying.

While walking through the parking lot towards the van, and Taylor emphatically said, "When I'm in high school and have a driver's license, I'm going to use that machine."

I told him I could agree with that.

Telling Mom "How It Is"

We were getting ready to put together the new bookshelf for Taylor and Nathan's room. Matt is out of town until Saturday.

Nathan: "Does it need screws?"

Mom: "I haven't looked yet, but it probably does."

Nathan: "Oh, NO! Now we'll have to wait for Daddy to come home and put it together!"

Mom: "I can do the screws."

Nathan: "You can?"

Mom: "Of course I can! I'm MOMMY (showing him my muscles)!"

Nathan: "Yeah, but Dad is stronger than you."

Thanks.