Funnies by Maggie

Funnies for Grandma Holly today ...


'Maggie, what comes out of a chimney?"
"Santa."

Maggie is very much in the "never, ever .... " stage.  I don't know how many times she's played with Jack after saying she'd "never, ever again".

She's also into making up names.  I swear that one the other day sounded like "Sum Um Bith".  I did a double take on that one.

Rice Milk

Mom says: Your milk comes from cows. Dad's milk comes from rice

Maggie repeats: Our milk comes from cows, dad's milk comes from mice!

Where did that come from?

While waiting for Leesha outside her school, I allowed the Littles to play inside the van.  They were climbing over the back seat into the trunk area.
I heard a large THUD, and asked; "What was that?"
Jack responded; "I'm okay.  I bonked my head, but I can still remember my birthday and where the stairs are."
I let the comment go for a while, but returned to it later.  "Jack, where did you learn that?"
"I just know it."

The part about remembering a birthday is good to determine if there's a head injury, but the stairs portion baffled me.

"Normal"

A completely normal conversation for the Willis East household ...
"Jack, is this one of Dad's miniatures?"
"That's going to be my character for Savage Worlds."

Translation:
miniature - small figure used in role playing games
character - the character you play when you're playing a role playing game, represented by the above mentioned miniature
Savage Worlds - one of the many role playing game systems

Yeah, I'm not only a geek wife, I'm a geek mom too.


Another conversation from dinner;
"Jack, what was your low and high for the day?"
Maggie: "My low was Abby leaving.  My high was Abby, Josiah and Kaitlyn coming over."

She often can't listen the first time, yet she's figured out this "how was your day" conversation ....

A Little Update

Maggie, who is a  v.e.r.y.  s.l.o.w.  eater, and more often than not wants help eating; "Everything you give me tastes better when you help me."

I don't like pineapple.
How do you know?
Because it has pines in it.

Maggie and I were rocking.  She was wiping her nose on the chair, so I suggested she go get a tissue.  She then asked if I'd pause the chair so she wouldn't miss anything.  When she returned (much later...), it was likely with a square of shredded and wadded up toilet paper.

Jack to Maggie (roughly); "If you were in a race, I'd choose a spot by you to help you win." (Mom's heart melts just a tiny bit more)
Maggie responded; "Jack, you're a good brother." (Aaawww ....)

Maggie; "Give me a piggy bank ride."

Jack on learning that Leesha's household has been contending with tummy ick; "It's too bad that Bridget's house has fallen ill."

The other day, I gave the kids gum in the hopes of having them be quiet for a while.  When I blew a bubble with mine, they asked how I did that.  Ever tried to explain that to someone?  And demonstrate? While driving?

KitKat

So Maggie selected a KitKat for her dessert. She managed to open the wrapper herself. Then her little mind must've locked onto the fact that there are two halves to this cookie and one of them belongs to Jack. Jack already was 40% through an out of season candy-cane and his counterpart KitKat had been consumed probably weeks ago- and with probably little thought of sharing with his younger sister. She went to him and tried to offer him one of the halves anyway. Cara and I were trying to make her understand that both halves were hers. She was not to be convinced and was determined that Jack shall have his half. To compromise with whatever Mom and Dad were trying to tell her, she countered that Jack could have his half tomorrow morning when he woke up. We tried to come back with- Maybe Jack can have a bite- to which he took the tiniest nibble off one of the corners. He explained this was because he wanted her to have the most of the cookie she could.

At some point during the debate she finished one half and continued right into the other half, either without regard or finally seeing the folly. And Jack furthered his reasons for refusing to accept the offered half by claiming he wasn't interested in Maggie's germs which, by now, were all over the KitKat.

It made for an interesting after dinner discussion.

Sunday

Sometimes my kids amaze me.  I'm sure that's just like any mom.

Jeffry took Jack out on an ice cream date last night.  I took Leesha out.  This morning, I took Maggie out to Target where we picked up a treat at the Starbucks before we started shopping.

Jeffry and Jack talked a bit about church.  Apparently Jack doesn't like to go to church ever, he only fusses about it with any regularity during the Summer, so we cave and attend Saturday night services instead of fighting him on Sunday mornings.  It makes for some good homeschool time, so it's not a complete loss.
Anyhow, during their conversation, Jeffry suggested that we ask one of the boys Jack seems to like over for a playdate to build a friendship there.
This morning, I wrote a note to the boys parents and listed my email address.  I asked Jack what he thought of the note.  He read it, and when he came across my email address (carawillis), he said; "You don't have a very good space there."  True, true.  After I chuckled, I told him he was correct, but it was okay because that's my email address and it's not supposed to have a space in it.

Some of you may be wondering how the rest of the morning went, although it was the "space" blurb I wanted to record.

We went to church and I partially signed Jack in.  He wanted to write his own name.  I'd noticed that the other boy had been signed in already and mentioned that to Jack.  His name-writing task was quickly forgotten in favor of getting that note to his friend without delay.  Very cute.

No playdate is set up yet, but we'll see how the rest of the week goes.