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My funny little girls, Hannah and Gianna


As the mother of eight, I am constantly amused by things that my kids say. Part of the reason for this blog is to write them down so that I don't forget them, and to remind myself of how funny and cute they can be when I am ready to sell them to the gypsies. (Yes I actually threaten this. It doesn't work...they know that there aren't any gypsies that live around here. Maybe I should threaten to sell them to the Amish? ...hmmm, just a thought.) Anyway, back to my point... The other day the kids and I were at the pool enjoying the day with my mother-in-law. Joan took the little kids over to the swing set to play for a little while, while I stayed behind with Aiden. After a little while they made there way back to the blanket and Hannah and Gianna were chattering about their new "buds." They are very social little girls, and take advantage of any opportunity to make some new friends, but this time the other kids were being referred to as "buds." When I asked Hannah why they were calling their new friends "buds" she looked at me and sighed. She sat down and very patiently explained to me that "Buddies" were brothers or sisters that you were special friends with. For example, all of the little kids in our family always "buddy" up with a big kid. Coley and Gia, Dj and Hannah, Jake and Bubba and Noah. The ultimate hurt occurs if one of the big kids tells a little kid that he or she is no longer their buddy. Oh, the wailing and gnashing of teeth! It's terrible!


Hannah went on to explain that next in line are "friends." This would be other kids that they see on a regular basis. Cousins and friends from school and church fall into this category. Finally, we have "buds." Buds apparently are would-be friends, but the kids know that they will never see them again. For example, kids that they randomly play with at a playground. How simple yet profound!


The other funny story that happened a few days later stars, none other than our little Gianna. Although she hates it when we tell her, Gianna is a really funny little kid. I think part of what makes her so entertaining is the fact that she's 4, but she acts like she's 14. We were at a restaurant and as usual about 20 minutes into the dinner, we had to make a trip to the bathroom. We walked into the ladies room and Gia says, "Oh crap! This is a FANCY bathroom!" Confused and slightly amused I asked her what was wrong with the bathroom. (Imagine this part with her placing her hands on her hips and talking with her slight lisp. ) She sighed, annoyed that I didn't already know. "Mom, this is a fancy bathroom, and you know what that means! Toilets that flush themselves! I HATE toilets that flush themselves!" She apparently thinks that it will suck her in or something, I'm not sure. She stood outside of two stalls and waited for Isaac and Hannah to come out. When Hannah came out first, she immediately asked her if the toilet flushed itself or if she flushed it herself. Hannah just shrugged and said that it flushed by itself. " Gianna moaned and muttered under her breath. And then Isaac came out of his stall. "Well?! Did you flush it yourself?" He had been in the handicap stall which had a little bit different setup and apparently a different toilet! He just nodded and said "Yep, I flushed it myself." She looked at me and flashed me a grin as she threw her little fist into the air in triumph. "Yes! That is the toilet for me!" Such joy over a toilet, I must admit that I'm kind of jealous!
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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Buds, Friends, Buddies and Automatic toilets


My funny little girls, Hannah and Gianna


As the mother of eight, I am constantly amused by things that my kids say. Part of the reason for this blog is to write them down so that I don't forget them, and to remind myself of how funny and cute they can be when I am ready to sell them to the gypsies. (Yes I actually threaten this. It doesn't work...they know that there aren't any gypsies that live around here. Maybe I should threaten to sell them to the Amish? ...hmmm, just a thought.) Anyway, back to my point... The other day the kids and I were at the pool enjoying the day with my mother-in-law. Joan took the little kids over to the swing set to play for a little while, while I stayed behind with Aiden. After a little while they made there way back to the blanket and Hannah and Gianna were chattering about their new "buds." They are very social little girls, and take advantage of any opportunity to make some new friends, but this time the other kids were being referred to as "buds." When I asked Hannah why they were calling their new friends "buds" she looked at me and sighed. She sat down and very patiently explained to me that "Buddies" were brothers or sisters that you were special friends with. For example, all of the little kids in our family always "buddy" up with a big kid. Coley and Gia, Dj and Hannah, Jake and Bubba and Noah. The ultimate hurt occurs if one of the big kids tells a little kid that he or she is no longer their buddy. Oh, the wailing and gnashing of teeth! It's terrible!


Hannah went on to explain that next in line are "friends." This would be other kids that they see on a regular basis. Cousins and friends from school and church fall into this category. Finally, we have "buds." Buds apparently are would-be friends, but the kids know that they will never see them again. For example, kids that they randomly play with at a playground. How simple yet profound!


The other funny story that happened a few days later stars, none other than our little Gianna. Although she hates it when we tell her, Gianna is a really funny little kid. I think part of what makes her so entertaining is the fact that she's 4, but she acts like she's 14. We were at a restaurant and as usual about 20 minutes into the dinner, we had to make a trip to the bathroom. We walked into the ladies room and Gia says, "Oh crap! This is a FANCY bathroom!" Confused and slightly amused I asked her what was wrong with the bathroom. (Imagine this part with her placing her hands on her hips and talking with her slight lisp. ) She sighed, annoyed that I didn't already know. "Mom, this is a fancy bathroom, and you know what that means! Toilets that flush themselves! I HATE toilets that flush themselves!" She apparently thinks that it will suck her in or something, I'm not sure. She stood outside of two stalls and waited for Isaac and Hannah to come out. When Hannah came out first, she immediately asked her if the toilet flushed itself or if she flushed it herself. Hannah just shrugged and said that it flushed by itself. " Gianna moaned and muttered under her breath. And then Isaac came out of his stall. "Well?! Did you flush it yourself?" He had been in the handicap stall which had a little bit different setup and apparently a different toilet! He just nodded and said "Yep, I flushed it myself." She looked at me and flashed me a grin as she threw her little fist into the air in triumph. "Yes! That is the toilet for me!" Such joy over a toilet, I must admit that I'm kind of jealous!

1 Comments:

At July 9, 2009 at 4:17 AM , Blogger Molly said...

I think you have the basis for a children's book here. I really do - Hannah and the Giant Toilet or something.

 

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