Sweet Boy#2–“Momma! I saw evidence of a monster!!!”
Sweet Boy#3–Looked into a dark area at camp–“Peaking in the room, fears went down my spine.”
Boys are thrilled with my newly invented song “Shamu got run over by a (sweet boy#1)” and request that I sing it constantly during dinner.
Sweet Boy#3–“Once upon…Shamu was a wild dog and we caught him and that was the end of his wild.”
The Hunky Hubby asks the boys what they like about Momma on Mother’s Day:
Sweet Boy#3–“She snuggles me so much.”
Sweet Boy#2–“She’s so fun.”
Sweet Boy#1–“I don’t know.”
Ah honesty, thine name is sweet boy#1. He later amended his statement, saying that he enjoyed doing all of the projects for me at school.
Daddy said something about “Ladies Retreat”, Sweet Boy#3 said: “I heard you say Lazer Treat!” If the world isn’t boy enough, make it boy by force.
I finished reading “Love you forever” to the boys and asked them if they would sing with their babies when they become daddies. Sweet Boy#2 was concerned–“What if I get a so loud one, louder than I was when I was a baby?” And that is a valid concern, for he was a VERY loud baby. Happy…but loud.
Sweet Boy#3–“Girls having sisters is not real.” It can be hard to accept that there are girl families out there when all you know is boy.
Sweet Boy#3–Requests that I sing “The Old Well” at bedtime. It takes me a moment to realize that he wants “The First Noel”.
Sweet Boy#3–The Only magic that is real is God.”
Sweet Boy#3–Asks me how many calories I burned on my walk. Perhaps I have become a bit too attached to myfitnesspal.com.
Sweet Boy#3–“Momma, what does anti-bacterial mean again?”
I hear Sweet Boy#3 saying “My prescious, my prescious!” in the bathtub as he hordes the bubbles to himself. Too much “Lord of the Beans”?
Sweet Boy#2–Comes into the bathroom just as I am leaving. He asks me in a serious voice: “Did you have any spider attacks?” before he is willing to come in and go pee.