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harper makes no sense.

but she makes me laugh.

we were driving back from the airport last night, after once again retrieving daddy from his latest trip, and she and henry started telling the boo knock-knock joke back and forth and getting sillier each time.

(you know the one:

knock knock
who's there?
boo
boo who?
it's just a joke ... you don't need to cry!

good stuff, man.)

so then we hear harper start asking everyone to share their boos. she gets to me:

"mommy, what kind of boo are you? mittens, easy, or tink?"

???

what goes on in this kid's mind before things come out of her mouth? what a nut.

oh, and the other day she accidentally knocked an ornament off the tree and i heard, "it's okay, mama. the ornament didn't break. and it wasn't an adorable one, just a medium one."

she cracks me up.

that's my boy!!

conversation with henry at dinner tonight:

"mom, is tomorrow pizza day at school for lunch?"
"i don't know. i circle the days we buy, then throw away the calendar."
"oh. i have to take a bag lunch tomorrow."
"okay ... why?"
"because we're on strike. they won't give us seconds anymore of stuff."

(trying so hard to not laugh. "we're on strike" ... priceless!!)

"who is 'we'?"
"me and matthew and josh. we're going to bring our lunch to school every day until they let us have seconds again in the cafeteria."

at this point, i need to interrupt him to explain that while his cause is a noble one, and i applaud his willingness to stand up to the Man, it might take more than three third graders to drive the point home. so i tell him to recruit matthew's brother, who is in fifth grade, and have him recruit his friends. (especially since fifth graders eat WAY more than the third graders, i'm guessing.) (and at the same time, the thought of packing lunch every morning for the foreseeable future fills me with dread and horror. that's a LOT of cans of campbell's select harvest chicken & noodle soup ...)

"maybe you guys should make signs to wear that say you are on strike until seconds come back."
"yeah ... but then we'd just get in trouble."
"well, no one ever said striking was easy."
"we just want to be able to have seconds on pizza day. or turkey and gravy day."

point well-made, little man.

monday funnies

this first one occurred this morning at 7:18 a.m.

picture this ...

i'm lying in bed, the alarm goes off at 7, and marc hits snooze.

then, i'm lying in bed, the alarm goes off at 7:09, and marc hits snooze and rolls over so that he is now facing me but still asleep.

then, i'm lying in bed, the alarm goes off at 7:18, and marc reaches a finger out and presses my nose.

swear. to. god.

i say, "um ... am i now a clock?" but i get no answer. he's back to sleep.

he thought my nose was the snooze button.

seriously.

second funny of the day - not that it can top marc's apparently dead-to-the-world ability to sleep through three snooze cycles: we were driving to pick up henry from school, after having just dropped off my 4runner for $1000 worth of new brakes, seals, etc. fun stuff right before christmas. anyway, harper's chattering away in the back. then we hear her say,

"when i'm a mommy, i'm going to have two babies, jack and dot. jack will be the boy, dot will be the girl. dot will be my third baby, and jack will be my second baby."

hmm. "so," i ask her, "who is your first baby?"

"what first baby?" says harper. "oh ... my third baby is toy story. but he's not a boy. he's a girl. but i don't want a crazy name, so it's not toy story."

"so what is her name then, if not 'toy story'?" i ask.

"i don't know. something normal," says harper. "but i'm not having three babies. just jack and dot."

alrighty then.

don't forget: writin' on a wednesday entries are due by midnight tomorrow!!