- No, honey. Mosquitoes are not amphibians just because their eggs float on top of the water. That doesn’t count.
- Butterflies don’t make honey. That’s a job only for the bees.
- Where exactly are the heart pains? Show me.
- It doesn’t matter if bees and butterflies are best friends and they share nectar.
- Yes (in response to “did you know that [Hey Soul Sister] is my favorite song?”)
- I’m on a conference call in five minutes, so this is the last piece of tape I’m going to give you. The last one.
- No, you can’t go to [the babysitter’s house] just because you have a fever and can’t go to school and she lets you watch videos on utube. You’re just stuck staying home with me.
- Trillion is a word, remarkably. Ask any government official.
- You still need to make a get-well card for your great grandmother, despite the fact that “you’re sick too.” You have a 99 degree temperature, and she’s in the hospital with a broken hip. It’s not the same.
- Bees. That’s it. Those are the only guys that make honey. Why is that so difficult for you?
- Yes, you do have sags under your eyes
- Earthworms are also not amphibians even though they wallow around in mud after it rains. Still not the same. But great question; I can see the confusion.
- You’d rather have chicken-and-stars soup out of a can than this [homemade pasta with fresh spinach and feta cheese and basil pesto]? So that’s a yes, I take it. Super.
- No. I will not save that leftover two tablespoons of broth for you in the refrigerator for later. When exactly will you eat that?
- Please don’t keep giving your brother pacifiers behind my back. It’s annoying. He doesn’t need three of them at once.
- I just love this necklace of yellow pom-poms and random beads you found in your dresser. I’ll treasure it forever.
- Why did you leave me a “very special love note” that reads “glow in the dark?” Oh, you just copied it from that puzzle box over there? That’s cool. It works.
- Did I say it wrong? The book clearly says “Repunzel.” Oh, my bad. “Barbie as Repunzel.” That’s different.
- I’m sorry your head feels like a thousand knives are shredding it into pieces. That really must hurt.
- Right back at ya (in response to her double-hand squeeze plus two taps at the grocery store, which is our special way of saying I love you to each other in public so that it’s not cheesy and embarrassing).
And tomorrow’s only Wednesday. . .
Love, love, love…
The ‘broth’ floored me, our eldest son asked me to do a similar thing only this past week.
Classic! Last night I told my 7 year old, “No, I will not throw the rocket at you.” Very cute blog! Do you have a twitter account?