Freakin' Old to Moldy Oldy
"How old are you going to be on your birthday, Reece?" Holly asks.
"Three?" she teases.
"No," he scowls down at his lap - severely disappointed in his big sister. At almost NINE you'd think people would stop carding him by now.
"I'm just teasing you!" she explains, then tickles a giggle out of him. (Manly men can still giggle.)
"You're going to be really old," I tell him.
"That's right," says Holly.
"I don't know about that," says Mr. Serious.
"Well, how old is really old?" I ask (apparently I've ALREADY forgotten my list of Things Not To Ask).
"Well... Old is like in the thirties," he says.
And BANG, like that my heart is shattered and he's grounded. His sister bursts into hysterical laughter - and SHAZAM, I don't care if she doesn't live at home anymore, her ass is grounded, too.
"A hundred is like moldy oldy," Reece informs us.
"Huh," I mutter...still only a little bitter on being old (and by a little - I mean I'm viciously plotting a lot of mushrooms in future dinners).
"So, really old is like in the forties," he decides.
I TOTALLY snort...as Daddy rides the age train there. Suddenly I'm feeling A LOT better.
"Oh my God! Dad!" yells Holly, laughing.
"Maybe seventy," adds Reece. "Forties to seventy."
Don't care. I still feel better.
Can You Say
Mystical Road Trip?
We're going on a road trip this weekend. That's right, loading up the SUV and heading out for a SEVEN HOUR drive to see our loved ones for the weekend. My kids are totally stoked.
Kaelan is already planning out his packing. He has a list of millions of stuffies and unplugged the night lights to take along - just in case. To Kaelan, a trip means staying at a hotel and that means breakfast.
Reece's comes up to me after we booked the hotel room and asks:
"Does our hotel have a Fountain of Youth?"
"Ummm, I'm going to guess no...but I'll go online and double check."
I'm hoping I'm wrong, I'd LOVE to lose a decade.
Needed a Remote Control
It's Friday night and my muffin men are staying up a little later (because that's the way we roll on the weekend).
They asked to watch The Tooth Fairy before bed and I was all "Sure! Load it up!" (I'm all pro-choice when it involves watching a non-Toopy and Binoo show).
My Reecie grabs the movie and goes to load it as I go upstairs to make a coffee. Suddenly, he comes running upstairs.
"I don't know what to push. The Playstation asks if we want to update," he tells me - waving the remote around in the air like a distress flag.
"Update? Just hit yes," I tell him, dodging the remote (foolishly thinking Playstation update - that has to be okay).
I take my coffee downstairs and ask if it's done updating yet.
"No, it's still downloading the new continent."
Oh, yeah - you read that CORRECTLY.
I was pretty sure I agreed to a Playstation update, not a rearrangement of the new world. I take a look and it's downloading New Live Content.
"Oh! This we can cancel... Ta da! Movie time!"
Maybe not as impressive as a new continent, but I made everyone pretty damn happy.