Merry Christmas, Penguins!
Christmas vacation...the kids may be out of school, but me? I'm learning a lot. Being home all day with the boys always brings me closer to understanding the young male mind, and subjects like:
Who Lives at the South Pole
J.J.: The only people who live at the South Pole are scientists and penguins.
Me: Would we call penguins "people"?
J.J. Well, they stand up.
Here, I thought he would go with the tuxedo defense. But he hit me with a left hook: They stand up, don't they? Congratulations, son. You just welcomed bears, meercats, and chickens to the human race.
How to Win at Wrestling
Richie and Johnny wrestling.
Johnny (suddenly): No! No! Nooooooo!
Richie: Ha! I farted...and it's still going!
Game over.
What I truly learned from this is that eight-year-old boys think of farts as capable of "going" somewhere. Like they're wearing little sneakers or something.
How to Smooth Things over with Santa
Johnny's letter to Santa final paragraph (after I told him that you can't write a list of demands and call it a letter): How are you? Is it cold there? This year, I'll try to get you cookies, not pears. Love Johnny
Ouch! Did we leave pears last year?
How to Find a Monkey Loophole
Richie's letter to Santa: Dear Santa, Thank you for the presents last year. I hope you doing well. This is what I want for Christmas: a monkey. It has to be a nice monkey. Hi. How are you? Love, Richie.(See--not a list of demands.)
My letter to Santa: Dear Santa, Is there such a thing as a "nice" monkey? I mean some are nice to your face, but deep down? Just a few months ago, a monkey (okay it was a chimpanzee) got loose in Kansas City, and behaved so poorly (chasing people onto their roof and flipping them off) that he came very close to getting sent to Monkey Island. True story. Hi. How are you. Love, Bridget
Anyway, Merry Christmas to you and yours. I hope you get cookies not pears (and not monkeys!) And in the New Year, may you stand tall like a penguin, win all your wrestling matches, and never run out of gas.
Who Lives at the South Pole
J.J.: The only people who live at the South Pole are scientists and penguins.
Me: Would we call penguins "people"?
J.J. Well, they stand up.
Here, I thought he would go with the tuxedo defense. But he hit me with a left hook: They stand up, don't they? Congratulations, son. You just welcomed bears, meercats, and chickens to the human race.
How to Win at Wrestling
Richie and Johnny wrestling.
Johnny (suddenly): No! No! Nooooooo!
Richie: Ha! I farted...and it's still going!
Game over.
What I truly learned from this is that eight-year-old boys think of farts as capable of "going" somewhere. Like they're wearing little sneakers or something.
How to Smooth Things over with Santa
Johnny's letter to Santa final paragraph (after I told him that you can't write a list of demands and call it a letter): How are you? Is it cold there? This year, I'll try to get you cookies, not pears. Love Johnny
Ouch! Did we leave pears last year?
How to Find a Monkey Loophole
Richie's letter to Santa: Dear Santa, Thank you for the presents last year. I hope you doing well. This is what I want for Christmas: a monkey. It has to be a nice monkey. Hi. How are you? Love, Richie.(See--not a list of demands.)
My letter to Santa: Dear Santa, Is there such a thing as a "nice" monkey? I mean some are nice to your face, but deep down? Just a few months ago, a monkey (okay it was a chimpanzee) got loose in Kansas City, and behaved so poorly (chasing people onto their roof and flipping them off) that he came very close to getting sent to Monkey Island. True story. Hi. How are you. Love, Bridget
Anyway, Merry Christmas to you and yours. I hope you get cookies not pears (and not monkeys!) And in the New Year, may you stand tall like a penguin, win all your wrestling matches, and never run out of gas.
posted by Midwest Mama at 12:40 PM
2 Comments:
You are so funny! Love the boys letters! Hi, how are you? love, Mom
awesome! thanks for another great year of Greetings from Waldo..looking forward to this year!!
xo
erin
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