The Santa Faux Pah!

This year we invested a little in our kids future and decided that Santa would bring some real musical instruments into their lives.  Turner got a Ludwig drum kit and Taylor got a Mini Squier Fenderstrat.  Too cool. 

Turner is sitting at the drum set and says:                                                               

“Daddy, it is a short drum set” (the one at the church he always plays on is huge)

Daddy’s brilliant comment:  “We got one just your size”

Me:  “JIM!!!!”

Turner:  The expression on his face is worth a thousand words.  Priceless.

Jim:  “Uh, oh Santa knows exactly what you need”

Great recovery and that was over.

5 minutes pass…….

Jim:  “Thanks honey, I needed this” (Item from Jim’s stocking-from Santa)

Me:  “JIM!!!!!!”

No recovery-Paste large “L” on Jim’s forehead for LOSER!

5 minutes pass…

Me:  “I needed these socks so bad”

Jim:  “I knew you needed them, thats why I got them”

Me:  “JIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Needless to say a couple more “L” comments came from Jim but I think the kids were so interested in what was going on around them they didn’t catch it.

So next year Jim will be getting a big lump of coal in his stocking.  Santa is not very happy.

(This post was previously approved by my husband)

 

May I have this dance?

Kids are so precious!  Tonight Jim and I were sitting on the porch talking.  Turner came out with a tears in his eyes and started mumbling.  The only thing we could get out of his garbled sentence was ‘Monday’. You have to understand, Turner can turn on the waterworks.  I asked him to repeat it and with big alligator tears rolling down his face he says, “Sissy say I hap to dance wiff a gil in gym cwash on Monday”.  I kid you not I was busting up inside I almost pee’d my pants.  I reasured him that this was not true and all was well.  He was smiling and moved on to his next adventure.  Then when it was time to go to bed I said, “Turner, I think you may have to dance with that girl on Monday” and his response was,  “Oh man, I’m dead meat”.  Jim and I were laughing so hard it was out of control.  Turner thought it was pretty funny himself. By the way, we did tell him we were only kidding.

 

Kids are so funny!

 I hope that I do not offend anyone by this post, but if you know me you are already laughing. 

Why is it that kids(or adults for that matter,okay so I really mean myself) are so fascinated by the word fart, the sound of a fart or even farting period?  I love seeing my kids laugh.  No, they don’t fart in public or do rude things because they know that it is inappropriate to act this way.

The kids love to zerbert my arms at night when it is time to go to bed.  They try to see who can do the loudest and funniest sounding ones.  What a fun way to laugh with your kids.  Tonight while they were running upstairs I said, “Make sure you wash out the sink, wipe down the countertops so you don’t get toothpaste all over and make sure you fart while you’re doing it”.  They were in hysterics. 

My point:  don’t be a stuffed shirt and make sure you fart around with your kids.  It will build character and they will have a great sense of humor.  Laughter is the best dose of medicine.  I bet Jesus farted tooooooooo!