The joy of a 3-year-old in the house

by toblerone on September 6, 2008

First off, a riddle for you…

Q: How many times must you wash hair for it to be free of an entire jar of Vaporub?

A: Don’t know.  Three times and it’s still not out.

And a conversation from breakfast:

  • ME: Hey Chickpea, Noah’s mommy had her baby yesterday.
  • CHICK: Wow!  Is his daddy’s name Jesus?
  • ME: Um…. no.  It’s Ryan.
  • CHICK: Is the new baby’s name Moses?
  • ME: Um… no. [I think for a minute over where she's getting all this.]  Oh.  Chick, you’re getting your biblical history all mixed up here.

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Layers of Meaning

by toblerone on September 1, 2008

When we were out on our balcony eating dinner a few nights ago, the call to prayer from our three neighborhood mosques started blaring.  Nothing unusual - we’ve heard it five times a day for almost two years now.

  • CHICKPEA:  I don’t like that noise.  Can you turn it off?
  • ME:  I wish I could.
  • CHICKPEA:  I can.  I can just go over there and fix it so that it won’t make that noise anymore.
  • KABOB:  Sounds good to me.  Well, that’s what we’re hoping.

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She should go ahead and reserve my spot at the nursing home

by toblerone on August 25, 2008

A few mornings ago, I was in the bathroom brushing my hair.

  • CHICK: You look like your mom.
  • ME: Really? I look like Nana?
  • CHICK: Yes, you have blonde hair, too.
  • ME: Well, neither Nana nor I have blonde hair.
  • CHICK: (she looks at my hair up close) Never mind, it’s not blonde. It’s white.*

*meaning my lovely, post-30 sprinklings of gray hair

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More Chickisms…

by toblerone on August 14, 2008

Just now…

  • CHICK: Let’s play hide-and-seek.  You count.
  • ME: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.  Ready or not, here I come.
  • CHICK: No, all the numbers.
  • ME: There are a lot of numbers.
  • CHICK: Well then start counting.

Yesterday…

  • CHICK: [watching TV] Hey look, Mom!  They got married.  Just like you and Daddy.
  • ME: That’s right.
  • CHICK: You had a big, big, big, big wedding.  But Garbanzo and I weren’t there.  We stayed home that day.

And this morning, at breakfast…

  • CHICK: [eyes closed, hands folded] Dear God, please bless our food.  You love us.  I wish I could obey my parents.  You would be so proud.  Amen.

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Shameless, horribly embarassing plug…

by toblerone on August 14, 2008

My birthday’s coming up, and a few people have asked me what I want.  Just go to my Wishpot account, and you’ll see my Official Wish List.  Either click on the widget to the right, or the little button that says “I am a Official Wishpot Mom Expert.”  Which is funny, I know.

If you want to sign up for a Wishpot account (and you should!), click over to Simple Mom and use the same button there.  It’ll help support the site!

Oh, if you didn’t know - Wishpot is a great site where you can make wish lists and registries from anywhere on the internet.  Brilliant idea, I tell ya.

Back to your business…

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