posted by Momo Fali on June 18, 2008
At the amusement park last weekend, my six year old son felt it was his duty to provide in-line entertainment. He was working the crowd like a miniature Rodney Dangerfield.
At one point, a woman who was about five people back, looked at my son and said, “You are adorable!”
My overly dramatic kid let his jaw drop open, then he pointed at his chest as he feigned astonishment and asked, “Me?! You think I’m adorable?” Then his alter ego arrived (we call her Sybil) and he looked at the woman and loudly said, “I am NOT adorable”.
The people around us starting laughing and the woman’s husband scolded her and said, “How DARE you call a child adorable!”
My son giggled along with them, full-well knowing he had caused the merriment . Then he looked at me and quietly asked, “Mom? What’s adorable mean?”
posted by Momo Fali on June 14, 2008
Thanks to some fat cells that apparently have no interest in shrinking…and chocolate that can’t seem to stop finding my mouth…last week I decided to increase my runs from three miles to five.
Since the kids have been out of school, I have been running on my treadmill. I plug along as they sit in the other room reading, watching TV, or playing video games. Usually they are facing me, and mocking me with their cute, little, non-fat, perfect, flawless, skinny, legs and arms. Oh sorry…I drifted there for a minute.
During my second day of this extended work-out, when I had just finished mile four and was feeling awfully proud of myself, I looked into the living room and saw my daughter watching me. I smiled at her, then morphed into Rocky Balboa, pumped my fist in the air and said, “Aren’t I doing a good job? I am so proud of myself.”
Instead of mocking me, she flat-out slammed me when she smiled back and said, “Mom. Your face is purple.”
posted by Momo Fali on June 8, 2008
Yesterday morning, I noticed that my six year old son’s voice sounded funny.
I picked him up and said, “I think you’re getting a cold. Your voice sounds hoarse.”
Then he confirmed why I call him the next Jim Carrey, when he looked me straight in the eye and said, “Neigh“.
posted by Momo Fali on June 6, 2008
Although my son has never been shy about touching people, I couldn’t believe how many times I had to reprimand him at my daughter’s softball game last night.
The first time was for touching a woman’s painted toenails.
The second time was for leaning on a lady, as if she were a light pole.
The third time was for pinching a little girl’s butt.
Finally I said, “You have to stop touching people! I have told you three times that you can NOT do that. One for the toenails, two for leaning on that lady, and three for pinching your friend.”
And, once again he saw the future when he said, “What am I going to do for four, five and six?”
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