Overheard

The kids have been home for intersession break this week and it's not nearly as trying as I thought it would be. It seems that a few months of kindergarten for my youngest has changed the dynamic dramatically around here. He's learned some social and negotiating skills. Some days, I just ignored the kids. The younger two play together all morning with only a few scuffles and my oldest reads  for hours at a time.

Girlface and The Baby, in particular, are thick as thieves. They make up all kinds of games that I wind up refereeing. One day, Girlface and The Baby both came down wailing.

Well, what happened? I asked. Girlface breathlessly and dramatically explained. 
Well, I was practicing riding a dog [The Baby] because I'm going to be a cowgirl for Halloween and I'm going to ride Molly and The Baby kept falling down and dogs don't fall down.

I couldn't keep my composure long enough to explain that 1.) The Baby wasn't doing it on purpose and 2.) she is not riding Molly for Halloween.

The kids also did a triathlon in September. This year, even The Baby participated.
So The Baby, what did you do [Sunday]?
He shrugs.
What did you do at the YMCA?
Oh, his eyes lit up. I had a snack. That's what he remembers. The snack. He did two legs of a triathlon. He swam and ran, but is still not riding a two wheeled bike.

Mom, when do we get our boobs? Girlface asked before the triathlon.
Your boobs?
Yeah, you know, the thing that goes [on your shirt]?
OOOHHH. That's called a bib, sweetheart. I thought it was a little early for her to be pining for boobs.

I would like some spaghetti with butter, The Baby says, batting his eyes dolefully and sticking his lip out. Girlface, eating the last bit of spaghetti, considered it thoughtfully for a moment and said You can have some next week on pasta night.
 
He just ran through the TV room with seashells in his hat, Jim says. The hat was on his head. Nothing surprises us anymore. 

Thunderbirds are a go for a drop. Thunderbirds are a go for a drop. 
Are you pooping, The Baby? Jim asks.
Yes.

And speaking of the bathroom, The Baby fixed the overflowing toilet the other day.
Dad, the toilet water was coming up and up but it's okay because I closed the lid and locked the door.

Girlface has lost her two front teeth. Her father teases her.
What do Girlface and hockey players have in common?
Neither of them have front teeth.

Stop hitting the window, The Baby.
I'm pretending to throw pumpkins. Of course.

It's good to be tall like Mommy so you can reach the cotton candy [atop the refrigerator], Girlface declares. Or so you can reach the secret chocolate stash.

Do you want to know the a-word? Girlface asks.
Honey, I know all the bad words. 
Well, do you know the C-word? Um, yeah, I know a couple. She's talking about "crap."

Mom, it's national candy month, Big Brother declares.
Oh, who told you that?
No one. I made it up. Because of Halloween. 

We have 20-some days till Halloween. It's going to be a long month.