The children and their friends have been giving me an earful this week. Silly little buggers always forget that I take notes.
Mood music:
“I demand my rights as an American!” Duncan, after being told he can’t watch TV before school (in this case, the Friday before vacation)
“Good luck. You’re gonna need it.” Sean, wishing one of Erin’s friends well in an important business venture
“Who do you think I am, Rosa Parks?” Sean’s classmate Nick, after I evicted him from my favorite living room chair
“All kids are stupid. Parents know this, but tell us we’re intelligent to make us forget we’re stupid.” Nick, a few minutes later, after I commented him on his whit and intellect
“Wow. It’s just like watching a 3-D movie.” Duncan, walking around the house wearing the 3-D glasses he got when we went to see “Star Wars: The Phantom Menace”
What Sean said: “Duncan nearly killed me just now.”
What really happened: Duncan kicked Sean in the ankle — and missed.
What Duncan said: “Sean just tried to break my arm!”
What really happened: Sean poked him in the arm.
“Everybody knows that.” Duncan’s classmate Gabby, after Sean tried to embarrass Duncan by telling her that Duncan wants to marry her when they grow up.
“Get out of the way, Lando! For crying out loud!” Sean, temper flaring, during a particularly difficult Wii game of “Star Wars: The Complete Saga.”
“But it doesn’t feel hot.” Duncan, after putting his hand on a hot pink electric mixer we saw in a store.
“Duncan, I took care of it for you.” Madison, the 3-year-old niece, after punching Uncle Bill in the arm for threatening to come get her. Duncan, Madison’s body guard, usually does the punching.
“Duncan, come take care of this.” Madison, a few hours later, after Uncle Bill playfully threatened to catch her again.
