It's been awhile since I wrote a post about my kiddos, and I thought it was probably long overdue. This is not a reflection on their antics in any way, as they continue to provide some very funny moments on a regular basis. Instead, I've just been plain busy, and I've had other stuff to talk about, it seems. But I digress...
Earlier this evening, I told my wife (again) that I think my son, Brandon, is one of the most naturally funny kids I have met. In other words, he doesn't have to TRY to make us laugh. A prime example was earlier today, when he was talking with my wife and another female friend of ours. He was explaining something (my wife doesn't remember exactly what), and they started to talk over him.
His reaction?
"Girls, girls, please. Let me finish."
Apparently, my wife and our friend both had to fight off the laughter. Keep in mind that he is TEN years old.
Not long ago, I mentioned that I couldn't understand why Dora the Explorer was allowed to roam around by herself....with a monkey. What is up with that, anyway? I guess it's just following a broad tradition in children's television of utterly unsupervised children in cartoons (think "Peanuts", if you will).
Brandon's response was perfectly timed: "You're right, Dad. She could end up with heart, brain, or organ damage." BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yesterday, Brandon came into our room and abruptly asked, "Guys, how can I make a lot of money?" Fast on his heels, our seven-year old daughter Aleah entered the room and said:
"Don't listen to him. He just wants to get infinity dollars so that he can make me eat monkey brains!"
Um...okay.
To explain this, Aleah set up a "stand" in our living room this week named "Aleah's Service". She is selling coupons at a very modest price in exchange for doing chores or other help for whomever needs it. I was very proud, and I applaud her entrepreneurial spirit. She made at least 50-75 cents today! At any rate, her brother had to figure out what her price was to eat a big plate of monkey brains. What are big brothers for, anyway?
Our almost-three-year-old daughter, Abby, is still ridiculously cute, which is a good thing, since she is a holy terror sometimes. The other day, I was trying to make lunch for the kids, and I told my wife that it was much like having a climbing octopus in the kitchen with me! She was seemingly everywhere all at once.
One of Abby's favorite things to do is "Dad-skiing", which I just coined tonight. Basically, she holds onto my shirttail while I am walking around the house.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Dad - this is fun! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
She loves it when I abruptly change directions, or if I just walk in a circle. Big fun on a little budget, right?
Man, I love my kids.
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