Conversations to remember
(I am documenting a couple of conversations so that my chemo brain can remember them.)
I love conversations that the kids have while riding in the van. Well, I love the conversations that don’t end with me yelling, “OK ENOUGH! NO MORE TALKING UNTIL WE GET HOME!”
Last week on the way home from picking up Munchkin from my parents’ house, I was privy to a conversation concerning “secret hiding” places on my grandfather’s property. McGrooter said that he and his cousin had a secret hiding place and he couldn’t tell the girls where it was AND no girls were allowed to come to it. So Aggie proceeds to describe how she and Munchkin will have their own secret hiding place and make it a clubhouse. Aggie says, “Well, we are going to have a clubhouse and put a sign on it that says “No boys allowed.” To which Munchkin responds, “But we don’t know how to spell “No boys allowed.” (I thought this was really funny and a very interesting concern.) Aggie just said, “We’ll just ask Mom.” I thought to myself, “Thank you Lord that I’m still around to spell “No boys allowed.”
By the time we got home, Aggie had described quite a bit about their little clubhouse which was beginning to sound more like a small resort than what might be traditionally termed a clubhouse. She said they were going to pack clothes, pj’s and everything and begin building their place. I told her that usually when you go camping or anything like that you don’t need a lot of clothes and you sleep in the clothes that you wear. I got quite the quizzical look! Aggie’s not really one for getting dirty or roughing it. The girls had also decided that they were going to bring mattresses on which to sleep. Guess camping will not be a favored family activity!
Wednesday we had a half day at school because the big Tour de Georgia bike race was coming through town. McGrooter had stayed home due to some seriously swollen eyes probably due to allergies. So it was just Aggie and me. We got in the van to go home and had the following conversation:
Aggie: Mom, I made a diarrhea today.
Me: A what?
Aggie: A diarrhea.
Me: You made a diarrhea today? What do you mean?
Aggie: You know a diarrhea (she is saying all this with complete hand motions and everything) like you write in.
Me: You mean a diary?
Aggie: Oh yeah, a diary.
So she pulls out this piece of paper that she has written on and has folded it up and glued it shut. When we got home I told Seth about the conversation and he got a big kick out of it. He said, “Wouldn’t you know the kid whose mom has had colon cancer would call it “a diarrhea!”
Today in the van we are riding along and Munchkin begins to sing some songs. She sang one (which I don’t even remember now) and then began to sing through the books of the New Testament. You’ve probably never heard this version…
Munchkin:Â ”Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, Acts and the Letter to the Robots…”
She went on to finish, but I could not help laughing out loud. Seth said she had been singing the song this way and he just couldn’t correct her because it was too cute. Of course, we don’t have to correct her, because her two older siblings jumped on that right away. I hope we can video this version before she learns the correction!