Friday December 16, 2011
averiatrics, part 43
mandy: “head on downstairs kids, i’ll be there in a minute.”
avery: “okay mommy. we’re counting on you!!... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…”
both encouraging, and impatient.
et cetera.
mandy: “head on downstairs kids, i’ll be there in a minute.”
avery: “okay mommy. we’re counting on you!!... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…”
both encouraging, and impatient.
et cetera.
cohen, watching a dvd: “mommy, there’s a new movie coming out in 2007!”
avery, punch-drunk tired on the way home after a long, fun and tiring day: “mommy, can i tell you something?”
mandy: “what?”
avery: “underwear!”
this was followed by maniacal laughter.
et cetera.
avery: “i am saving that for after later.”
et cetera.
cohen: “mommy, today i wiped my bum bum, and it was a messy one, and i didn’t care.”
et cetera.
so, i took the kids on a walk to give mandy some peace. along the way, avery lost her shoe, but didn’t tell me until almost the very end of the walk…
avery: “i lost my shoe!!”
me: “where did you lose it?”
avery: “it fell off.”
me: “when? did it just fall off?”
avery: “yes.”
me, not finding it: “did it fall of earlier on the walk?”
avery: “yes.”
me: “did you have it when we left the house?”
avery: “yes.”
me: “did it it fall off by the construction?”
avery: “yes.”
me: “avery, you’re just saying ‘yes’ to whatever i ask you.”
avery: “yes, i am.”
et cetera.
cohen, without any prompting: “i think that things that are heavy fall faster than things that are lighter.”
me: “well, actually… [insert teaching moment regarding physics, acceleration of gravity, mass, and force using a lego toy (lighter) and a bottle of salad dressing (heavy) for demonstration]... so does that make sense?”
cohen: “yeah, heavy and light things will fall the same fast, but heavy things will make a bigger crash. can i have milk?”
et cetera.
cohen: “i am as tired as a sleeping bull.”
cohen, in reference to family movie night: “i am exploding with excitement!!”
et cetera.
mandy: “what did you learn at school today?”
avery: “i learned my numbers! A, B, D!”
et cetera.
me: “avery, you need to be careful with that.”
avery: “i’m not careful!”
me: “i know, that’s why i am asking you to be.”
et cetera.
cohen: “avery, you’re such a funny ducky.”
avery: “i’m a girl!”
that’s the spirit!
et cetera.
something you don’t expect to hear at 7 in the morning in suburbia:
avery: “you ruined my chicken house!”
et cetera.
mandy: “another name for a tornado is twister.”
cohen: “is that spanish for english?”
et cetera.
mandy caught cohen in the laundry room moving his arms in a robotic fashion and saying: “i… am… a robot. i… am… a robot.”
mandy, making a funny face: “this is my funny face.”
cohen: “that’s actually not that funny.”
et cetera.
mandy was at a playground with the kids a few days ago and saw a set of twin girls. each twin wearing a t-shirt that read “i am unique!”
et cetera.
cohen walks up to me and kicks me in the shin.
me: “why’d you just kick me?”
cohen: “cause i love you.”
riiiiiight. et cetera.
avery, handing some artwork to mandy: “i made this for my mommy and daddys.”
me: “daddys?”
mandy: “there’s something i need to tell you.”
just a morning in the life. et cetera.
sometimes the words don’t mean the same…
avery, stomping her foot and angrily stating: “i love you!”
et cetera.
cohen: “can you bring a lot of food for me? i’m always hungry.”
cohen: “sometimes i like to stick my head in the freezer.”
avery, running out of the bathroom to go play rock band 2: “let’s rock!”
et cetera.
cohen: “i love you mommy!”
avery, immediately following with: “i like beans.”
et cetera.
not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious. – brendan gill
not enough keggers end this way.