September 20, 2013 ~ What Makes the World Go 'Round?

Yeah, I'm out of order. Don't mind me. (This post is after the post for the 21st.)

Billy earned his first dollar. This is his allowance. He has one chore he has to do twice daily- feed the dog. I, however, take pity on the dog and often feed him again (when Billy shorthands him) or feed him in lieu of Billy so that Buddy gets fed on time.

But anyway, Billy was successful enough this week so he earned a whole dollar. (Don't go spending it all in one place, kid).

Daddy handed it over, "Here's your buck!"

Billy fondled it for awhile.

Go put your cash somewhere safe, okay? Daddy said. "Cash? Daddy, it's a dollar. Doll-ar."

Daddy laughed and then launched himself into a list of other words that mean money. "Buck, cash, bread, dough, moolah..." the list went on.

Billy was a little confused, but went with it. He was too busy admiring his dollar.

Then Daddy decided to move on to phrases about money.

"Hey, Billy. What makes the world go 'round?"

Without looking up and without skipping a beat Billy replied, "the sun."

Daddy laughed and scratched his head. "Well, you're exactly right!" It wasn't what he was looking for, but it was the right answer.

And that would be Billy schooling Daddy.

September 21, 2013 ~ You Should Get Married

Billy, Grandma and I were shopping in a cake store. We were looking for birthday stuff, but most of the shop was wedding cake stuff. Billy was asking about all of the wedding things. Then he moved on to weddings.

Mommy, you should get married.

I already am married. Who do you think I'm married to?

I dunno. Who?

Daddy.

Daddy? Why? (and not the sweet why, but a more loaded "...why?!?"

So I could have you.

[Looks confused]


Later, I told this story to Daddy. He thought it was terribly funny.

Daddy: Hey, Billy... who should Mommy marry?

Billy: Miss A.

Me (aside to Daddy): Well, that's legal in this state now.

Me: Billy, who should Daddy marry?

Billy: Mommy, of course!



I think we need to work on this concept a little. ;)

Is That Where Butterflies Come From?

When I get busy my blog suffers, and I have been as busy as ever. Let's face it, I'm so far behind we won't bother really with catching up.

Here is a conversation from last week:

Billy needed to use the potty. Normally, he requests privacy, but on this day he wanted me to sit with him. It was a long sit. He wanted to talk about bugs vs. bugs. And by that I mean germs vs bugs.

Are germs bugs like grasshoppers and flies?

No. We call them bugs, but really they are germs, not bugs like the ones outside.

Are they germy bugs?

Sure.

Are they like catepillars?

No. they are so tiny you can't even see them.

Do they go in my mouth?

Yes.

They go down into my belly?

Yes.

They come out my butt?

Sure.

Then do they turn into butterflies?

Um, no. Tiny. VERY tiny. Look at my hand. It's covered in germs. (I hope not). Can you see any? You need a microscope to see them.

The thing you sing into?

No. That's a microphone.

Oh. Can I see them?

With a microscope.

And they're inside me?

Yes. There's good germs and bad germs. The good germs are like little workers. They help you. They help make the food you eat into energy. They are what make your poop smell. And they fight the bad germs. Bad germs are like a cold or flu. They go in our mouths and make us sick. That's why we wash our hands- they get on our hands and then into our mouths.

[Looks confused]

Remember two weeks ago when you had an ear infection? A bad germ got in your ear and made you sick.

And the good germs gave me a check up?

Um... the good germs tried to chase it away. But they needed some help, so you had to take medicine.

So the good germs gave me a check up and said I needed medicine to make the bad germ go away? That's why I drank up all of my medicine and it was yummy. (Let's not dicuss the daily medicine-taking battle from that).

Sure.

Ok.