Wednesday, March 23, 2011

More Balls

As I mentioned earlier this month, Noah got in trouble for using the word "balls" inappropriately in school. The day after he had to write sentences about it, he came home and had to write, "Using ANY word to describe testicles is not appropriate in school." I had a long talk with Noah about how certain things are private and just not cool to talk about. He was on his best behavior for a little while. Later that week, our new dog Honeybadger was scheduled to be neutered. At the last minute, the vet called and had to reschedule his appointment. That night, we had meatballs for dinner. Noah blurted out, "This is the perfect meal to celebrate Honeybadger getting to keep his balls today." I give up.

More Random Conversations

Paul: "Mom, I was filling in my calendar just now. I don't want to alarm you, but your birthday falls on a full moon this year. Which may make you a werewolf."

Noah (after a missing child poster is shown on TV): "Why would someone want to kidnap a kid? We're adorable and entertaining, but we're pretty useless for information."

Scott: "I'm starting my diet tomorrow."
Paul: "FINALLY. It's about time."
Scott: "Gee thanks, Paul. I'm not THAT fat."
Paul: "Let me put it to you this way. If my belly is a lake, your belly is a vast ocean."

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Desert Animals, Taco Bell, and Balls

I just returned from a business trip to Washington, D.C., so I decided it would be fun to take the kids to the Sonoran Desert Museum. Scott waited at the doorway of the reptile exhibit, because he can't handle snakes. Noah was fascinated with a particular rattlesnake, so I told him to lean towards the glass for a picture. "Closer, Noah. Ok... a little closer. Ok, put your face right up to the glass. Good. Oh! Be careful of that little hole there where the snake can crawl out." He bolted across the room with amazing speed. It was very, very funny.


On the way home from the museum, we decided to stop at Taco Bell for dinner. Hannah had been talking in the van about how she needed to use the restroom, so I assumed it was her that walked in right after me. While I was in my stall, I didn't hear the sound of her pulling a seat cover from the dispenser. Horrified, I said, "You SERIOUSLY don't use the seat covers??? That is SO disgusting!!!" Turns out it wasn't Hannah. Doh!

Last night, Noah told me he had to write 25 sentences in his best penmanship for homework. That seemed like an awful lot for 2nd grade. Curious, I looked over his shoulder while he worked. He had to write the same sentence 25 times. It read, "I will not use the word BALLS inappropriately at school."