There are no birthdays on the horizon for our family, and the last was over a month ago. But that being said, my weasels are constantly talking about birthdays lately.
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No matter what it is — a book, a toy, an outfit — when Icka sees something new for the day, she exclaims to everyone, “I got dis for my birfday!” Which is never the case. Especially when it is Scout’s stuff she is referring to. But her claims are constant — all day long!
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My kids are always singing Happy Birthday to each other.
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Yesterday, on the way to Scout’s last TBall game, he was being a real stinker in the car. As a result, he accumulated a five minute time out once we got to the fields. He was not happy about that because, “the first part is the funnest part!” He asked for another chance, but never got it. He was getting more and more upset, and then went into the following conversation with me:
S - “If you don’t take away my time out, I am not going to get you anything for your birthday.”
M - “What a bummer…..that’s okay, Daddy and Navy will still get me presents.”
S - “I am not going to let you pick out a sugar cereal to have in the mornings.” (A traditional birthday present my kids get.)
M - “I bet Daddy will still get me one.”
S - (Once he realized taking my present away wasn’t fazing me…) “Actually, I am going to get you something for your birthday.”
M - “That’s nice.”
S - “It is going to be a huge stack of work that you are going to have to do all day long.” (Referring to the homework sheets I have him do each day to make his brain smart.)
M - “That’s a great present….you are going to help me make my brain SO smart!”
S - “It is going to be harder than you think.”
M - “Then I might be the smartest girl in the whole world!”
S - SILENCE
S - MORE SILENCE
S - “Can I have just one more chance.”
M - “I don’t think so bud.”
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