She must have boys

The Kid’s Table (Photo credit: Michael Bentley)

The conversation at the lunch table today:
“T is for toot.”
“F is for fart.”
“P is for poop.”

It’s such a simple solution, Mom!

My three-year-old son was playing a little too roughly with his ten-month-old sister. “Stop. You are pushing her!” I told my son.

His response?

I have no time for you little people

Photograph of a school bus cross-view mirror As reflected in the school vehicle’s side mirror. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My six-year-old son was out sick from school for five days. His first day back, as he got off the school bus, the driver called to  him, “Hey, Philip, where have you been?” Philip flipped his hand and said,

Only at Walmart

A boneca de 10 mil reis do Dr Hollywood (Photo credit: Capitu)

After a night out with friends, I let my children stay up late because I still needed to drive the babysitter home. On the way back, we were about to pass a Walmart, when I remembered that we were going to a little girl’s birthday party the next day. If I didn’t stop in now, I wouldn’t have time to pick up a gift in the morning. Unfortunately, two of the kids were in pajamas and the third was wearing a swim suit! None of them had shoes on.

How low can I shrink down in my seat?

Up front in choir performances at church, my sons have done it all as 5-6 year olds: yawning, wiggling, picking their nose, not participating, mouthing the words in an exaggerated manner.  One particularly wiggly demonstration led me to feel