Lots of my daily conversations are with kids. How I get myself into these situations is beyond me, but I do. And, most of the time, I don't win the arguments...I mean 'conversations'........
Me: "Little. You know Daddy and I are not pleased with your irresponsibility with your library book/reading homework. Did you bring home your library book like Daddy told you to?"
Little: "Ooohhhh! I forgot! Mommy. You were home all day today. YOU should have been responsible and called my teacher to tell her to REMIND me to bring home my library reading homework."
**I can see how that would be my fault........
While having a conversation with Jag regarding texting, phone numbers and prank calls, he says, "Isn't Jesus' phone number (555)555-5555?"
How do ya answer that?! Oh, I know. "Let's give Him a call!" A lovely voice on the other end of the line ever so sweetly says, "The number you are trying to reach is no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error...." Now, we're both a little scared that Jesus has changed His number.....and not left US His forwarding info!!!
While explaining to my 9-almost-10-year-old son the dress-requirements for the regional science fair, Big managed to express his disgust quite eloquently:
Me: "Because they're wrinkled."
Big: "Do I HAVE to be handsome?!!!"
Me: "Yes. It's just the way you roll. You can't help it. Go."
Big: "The scientist Alfred Einstein's not handsome! And I'm a scientist too."
Me: "It's 'Albert' and he's dead. You're still living...for a few minutes more anyway. Get the pants."
Big: "Fine. At least I get to sit in my UT chair on TTU soil."
Xanax, margaritas at lunch........these options are beginning to appeal to me.......