Micah, my oldest son who is 6-going-on-60, has had his moments recently. He's been on quite a roll, actually, so I thought I would share a couple of things he has said to me lately.
I admittedly have a bad habit of putting on my make-up in the car. And by "bad habit" I mean that between getting myself and 3 children dressed, brushed (hair AND teeth) and out the door on time, I never have the few extra seconds it takes to slap on the necessary spackle. And by "in the car" I mean that yes, I am one of those people who applies make-up while driving. Thankfully (for all involved), I wasn't driving yesterday. You can all breathe a collective sigh of relief. *Sigh*
While I was fixing my face, Micah asked me, "Mommy, why do girls wear make-up?" I informed him that it makes my face look better and that's just one of those funny differences between girls and boys. He thought about this for a second and replied, "You know, clowns wear make-up too!" Well, thankyouverymuch, son, for making such an astute connection.
This morning, he got mad at me for forcing him to try and find his belt (Gasp! Teaching responsibility to children? Well, I never...!). Anyway, he has to wear it as part of his uniform everyday, so I don't think it's too much to ask of him to put it away everyday in a place where he'll be able to find it the next day. Only he didn't and he couldn't. And he was angry. At me. Because that makes so much sense when you're 6.
I caught him in the middle of his fit-throwing just as he threw in a threatening, "You'll pay for this, Woman!" I managed to give him a spanking before I about died laughing. In private of course.
Oh, he does keep us hopping. And laughing!