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Daddy: Ben! You're going to school soon? What are you going to do there, pick up chicks?
Ben: Yeah!! With Uncle Josh!
Mommy: Ben, whats a chick?
Ben: You know, like a bird in an egg? Before we pick up chicks we should go dig for some worms.
Daddy: Maddie, what are you going to do if a boy kisses you?
Maddie: KISS HIM BACK!
Daddy:!!!!!!
Maddie: (laughs until she cries)
Mommy: Ben, what will you do if one of your friends takes one of your toys?
Ben: Oh! Thats one of the TEN (holding up ten fingers)!!
Maddie: Yeah! (sings) ♪ Ten Commandment boogie gonna dance until I die Ten commandment boogie You can do it so can I!♪
Ben: They shouldn't steal from me!
Mommy: What do you tell them?
Ben: Give it back to me. Please.
Ever plan a day out with your kids? You plan meals, times, driving, budget. You pour your precious time into making a fun, educational, tear-free time.
First, the baby needs to see the doctor. So it pushes us back a few hours. No biggie. But the cost of being us all night with him is waking up an hour later than I planned. Well, I can forgo the shower. Call the doctor,
appointment is about an hour later than expected. Ok, well that makes up for the sleeping-in time and, Hey! I have time for a shower now! Feed the baby, quietly get in the shower, because the big kids are still sleeping, strangely enough. But as I start washing my hair, I hear screaming. Apparently, they big kids are awake and have christened the new day by fighting over the computer. I should have gone back to bed.
After waiting (and waiting. They fit me in, so I shouldn't complain), Owen has an ear infection. First of any of my kids. Goodie! In the car, Owen is screaming, Ben is requesting we go home because of the need to play Mario "Wii-hii", No, we're going to the Dino museum. We don't want to go to see the dinos! Too bad. We are GOING to have fun, and we're almost there.
We get in the building, "OOO! turtle skeletons! Look, Mommy there are---I want to go home." I literally have to grab Ben's shirt to stop him from running out. He is afraid of the T-Rex.
We have a meltdown about chips in the cafe. Owen decides, while Ben is screaming, that it is a good idea to join him. I would like to cry as well. We have only seen about 1/4 of the museum and I'm done.
What happened to my good intentions? Don't they realize I am trying to have FUN with them? Why is it so hard? It makes me not want to leave the house!
