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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

More Colby & Clara-isms

These two never cease to amuse me, and I thought it only fair to share their latest shenanigans with you all as well:

Nope, not their birthday

When I met Brian at daycare after the Father's Day party last month,  he took Colby to the restroom while I watched Clara finish up her dinner. Imagine my disgust surprise when I watched her pick up her hot dog, DIP IT IN HER CUP OF TEA, and eat it. Because that wasn't weird enough, she then proceeded to do the same thing with her potato chip. 

After we got back from our trip to the Dominican, the twins had a lot of questions about our travels. My favorites from Colby were, "Why did you go to the beach without us? Did the airplane man say no kids could come?" (Yes, that's exactly why we didn't take you... blame the airplane man.) Also, thanks to Captain Jake & the Neverland Pirates, he was very interested to find out if Brian and I had spent the week throwing coconuts at each other's heads.


After one of the more recent sibling skirmishes, I reminded Clara that she needed to apologize to Colby and give him a hug. She looked at me sullenly and said, "I don't have no more hugs in my heart." She's nothing if not honest (... and grammatically challenged).



The twins recently requested that we each take one of their stuffed animals to work with us and take pictures to document their activities. Unfortunately, Brian forgot Colby's beloved Teddy at work. Once they were reunited the following evening, Colby said to me, "Mommy, Teddy wasn't alone at Daddy's work because he has Jesus in his heart." Bless that little boy's heart!

The monitor had been quiet for a good 20 minutes the other night after we put the twins to bed when we heard Colby calling for us:
Me: What is it, bud?
Colby: I tooted.
Brian & me: [laughing]
Colby: Did you hear it?
Me: Sure, we heard it, bud.
Colby: Was it loud?
Me: Oh yes, it was really loud.
Colby: Did you and daddy laugh?
Me: Yes, bud, we both laughed. 
Colby: Ok... I'm gonna do it again.

And then a recent conversation I had with Clara at bedtime:
Me: Are you going to be a mommy some day?
Clara: I can't because I don't have a baby in my tummy.
Me: Well one day when you're grown up, maybe God will put a baby in your tummy.
Clara: I'm this many [holds up 4 fingers], so maybe God can put a baby in my tummy now!
Yep, age 4 is obviously the appropriate age to conceive a child.

And lastly, the twins discovered the wonders of the Amazon Echo at Brian's parents house a few weeks ago. After they got over the initial amusement of asking her basic questions, they moved onto their favorite activity: poop jokes.





Oh, age 4, how you amuse us, so!

3 comments:

Emily said...

As always, love this! Also children & food are disgusting creatures. Every time I picked Aaron from preschool, the teachers give Oliver a "treat" (a single cheese puff, donut hole, always nutricious and never messy - eye roll) and every time he takes a bite then RUBS IT ON THE DIRTY DAYCARE FLOOR then takes another bite and repeat. It is revolting. However, I usually don't pick him up because I don't want the crumbs all over my shirt so yes, I suppose I am equally revolting

the blogivers said...

I'm going to try Clara's logic next time the kids are driving me insane. "I can't take care of you anymore because I don't have no more patience in my heart." I'll let you know if it works! But really, 4-year-olds can be pretty endearing!

Brittnie said...

Haha this is awesome. Coconuts at each other's heads? No more hugs in my heart? Did you laugh at my toot? I can't decide which is the best!