Today, as I was cleaning out some drawers, Mason asked me if all of my nail polish was from the "toenail store" (as he calls my nail salon). I told him that it was from Target and he said, "Oh. I like Target better than the Space Center." Atta boy! (We just went to the Space Center on Saturday).
For the past few days we have been on the hunt for the RED version of a toy that Mason has in blue. The kids and I, and sometimes Daddy, went in several stores with no luck. I FINALLY located the red one while the kids were at school the other day and I presented it to Owen as soon as I picked him up. He was SO excited! He asked me several enthusiastic questions about how/where I found it and then said, "we've been lookin' and lookin' and lookin'!"
The kids begged me to get some "red soup" (tomato soup) for lunch yesterday so we stopped at Panera Bread. They also informed me they wanted the go-gurt (yogurt in a tube) to go with it. We picked out a table that was right near a couple of 60ish year old grandma-looking women. I was filling my drink and the ladies started talking to Owen and Mason. One asked what they were eating.
Then Mason said, "and this is yogurt. It keeps my poo-poo soft." The ladies cracked up and had to agree with him.
For the fall/winter I decided to get them some Land's End down vests. The kids spent a lot of time looking at the computer to decide which color they wanted and then we waited patiently for them in the mail. They finally arrived and the kids were very excited and proud to put them on. (They had previously been strutting around in some vests from last year that are too small). The very first thing they said/did (which they did not do in the old vests) was
"Now we're garbage mans!"
"Yeah, let's go drive our truck!"
And off they went to the foot of my bed to pretend to drive around, and then get down off the bed to collect "trash" from around the house.
Let's face it, there's no logistical way around peeing in front of your kids while smooshed together in a public restroom stall. Of course I have them stand back, etc, etc to gain as much privacy as two curious three year olds will give, but it never fails, as I'm squatting there (no I don't sit!) :
"Mommy, why are you going tee-tee out of your bottom???"
"Because, honey, mommies don't have ding-dings."