Ohhhh....the Joys of a Mom

Sunday dinner conversation....
Daradie: Mom, there's those arm things that you hold and they shake your arms.
Me: Is it a toy?
Daradie: No. They're for you. You hold on to them to make your arms strong.
Dan: [holding up arm and showing kiddos his muscle] I don't need them. I've got muscle.
Me: I don't need them either. I've got good arms.
Daradie: No you don't. You have flabbies. You need little kid arms like mine. See, so you can have skinny kid arms. [Dan is avoiding eye contact and shaking from laughing--not sure if he's in my corner or not....]
Dan: A lot of football players have them. [Koen is now flapping my flabbies.]
Daradie: Flabbies.
Koen: Mom has flabbies.
Daradie: Flabbies, flabbies, flabbies, flabbies (repeated in the background for the next 83 seconds that seems more like eternity).
Dan: [after putting dinner plate away and looks on the top pantry shelf] Hey, who ate my Twinkie?
Koen: Not me.
Daradie: There are Twinkies? [finally relieved that she is no longer chanting "Flabbies."]
All eyes on me as I say: I did. It's right there [shaking my flabby].

Ohhhh...the Joys of a Mom/A Whole Slice of Sin City

On the way to church (two funny conversations in one--prepare yourself)....
Koen: I don't like the big primary (aka sacrament meeting).
Me: That's the most important part of church because that's where we take the sacrament.
Daradie: That's when you're suppose to think about Jesus or about what China would be like but not to tell anyone about it because we have to be quiet.
Koen: I wished they would give us a bigger snack.
Dan: You eat snacks in primary?
Koen: No, all I get is a small piece of bread just like you. If I didn't eat lunch would I get a bigger piece of bread?
[can't remember how we moved into the next conversation but here goes....]
Koen: Where does Jesus live?
Daradie: In heaven.
Koen: Are there bad things in heaven?
Dan: No, only good things are in heaven.
Daradie: There are bad things from "Layton."
Me: Did something bad happen to you at our old house?
Daradie: No, but "Layton" makes you do bad things.
Dan: Daradie, what are you talking about?
Daradie: That man that is bad and wants you to do bad things...
Dan/Me: You mean "Satan?!?"

And to think that those two conversations along with the Last Supper, priesthood age of 12 and being worthy to pass the sacrament all in a mile drive.

Keeping Busy

Oh, what do you do in the school time when all the kids are gone? Do you wish to play? Do you want a friend? Well, so do I.

Ohhhh, the Joys of a Mom

While having dinner....
Koen: When I'm done eating my sloppy joe and chips can you put a pile of that (pointing to the sloppy joe hamburger stuff) on my plate?
Me: Just the meat? No bun?
Koen: [insert caveman grunt here] Just the meat. I like meat. Men eat meat and I eat like a man. [insert caveman grunt here, again]
I plop a spoonful of meat onto his plate feeling like I'm dining with Tim Taylor, Tarzan and a great white shark in a feeding frenzy.