I have noticed that I am starting to not hear things the way they are supposed to be heard. It’s like the world is playing telephone and I am the person that messes up the whole saying at the end. Here are a few of my ‘telephone’ conversations…
1) “Hey mommy, can you help me cut out these leaves? And then these…?” -Emily
“I need help cutting my nuts.” -Emily
I look over and the kid is holding acorns.
2) “… then you can blow me.” -Joe
“What?! I can’t believe you just said that. A little romance would be nice…” -me
“You just said ‘I could blow you.'” -me
“Umm, no I said who messed up this pillow.” -Joe
“Oh good because I don’t have time for that.” -me
3) “Mommy, where are my balls?” -Vincent
“The soccer ball that me and Nicholas have been playing with…” -Vincent
“Oh! I don’t know.” -me
4) Vincent’s new favorite word is ‘boy-eeee.’ I feel like I am stuck in the 90’s.
Today he said ‘you are a butt… boy-eeee!’ -Vincent
‘Yeah, you don’t want to ever call anyone a butt boy.’ -me
Until next time,
Maybe my mind is just constantly in the gutter holding the receiver.