Brian convinced me to go watch "It" with him at the movie theater a couple of weeks ago. What I want to know is this: where were all of the responsible adults in that town and why the heck didn't they teach their children NOT to accept a random clown's invitation to join him in the storm drain?! And also, is that something I explicitly need to tell the twins?!
Confession: Ever since learning that there are no video surveillance cameras in our elevators at work (there are in other parts of the building), I randomly started doing dance moves when riding in them alone. [This is how rule followers rebel, in case you were wondering.]
Recently I was talking to the twins about how God doesn't always give you what you ask for because sometimes He knows that's not what's best for you. Clara thought for a moment and then said, "Yeah, like when you say, 'God, I want to poop on your face!' and He doesn't let you do it." Um, yeah, that's the same example I had in mind, too.
My parents were heading to Europe recently and when I called my mom shortly before they left, our conversation went like this:
Me: Hey, Mom. When are you and Dad leaving for your trip?
Mom: We leave on Tuesday night. I need you to promise me if anything happens to me that you'll take care of my doggies.
Want to know what Colby and Clara fight about the most frequently? Who gets to open the microwave when it beeps. Yes, seriously.
Colby thinks the words to "Everyday I'm Shuffling" are actually "every day I'm shellfishing."
I went to get a massage recently and when the massage therapist came out to greet me, she said she recognized me from the first time she gave me a massage, which was when I was pregnant. She then pointed out that I looked different and asked if my hair used to be shorter. Yes, I was 7 months pregnant, but the primary difference between my appearance then and now was my slightly shorter hair.
Clara and I were playing princesses yesterday when I, acting as Ariel, asked her, acting as Snow White, if we could be best friends. In her best princess voice, she responded, "Ok, we can be best friends... and then we can go to a meeting!" (You know you're the child of a working mom when...)
The twins were sitting quietly in the car recently when out of nowhere, Colby sighed loudly and wistfully said, "I wish I was a robot."
Colby was getting close to the stove when we were making dinner the other night and the following conversation ensued:
Colby: I better be careful, I don't want to burn myself.
Clara: Yeah, I don't want you to get burned because you're my best friend... but only when we're at home.
Spoken like a true sibling.