So, I don’t want to write today. I don’t. I have a living room that has decided its decor theme is “Random Piles and Despair” and I have a cold, and there’s that last episode of the Great British Bake Off that is just yearning to be cuddled up to. Oh, and these. I have a bag of these:
So, in lieu of writing something fantastic and utterly life-changing for you, my dear readers, I will instead relate the latest from my children.
I like to call this:
Backseat Conversations with Two Small Children.
Driving Miss Crazy.
Blonde: We need to buckle up.
(Bear with me. It gets better.)
Red: I’m all buckled.
(Well. Sorry. I know. It’s been a slow week.)
Red: Fork is da strongest guy out there?
Red: Yep. Da strongest. He has his hammer, you know.
Red: And then WHAM! He just has to, you know, like HAMMER at the things! All the things! And they do it!
Blonde: What do it?
Red: The things! All of them! Except Spiderman. He has a web. Webs are stronger than hammers.
Red: No, Spiderman.
Momsie: I think he meant- (and then I stop myself. Because this is better entertainment than I have had in a while. And yes, I know, that statement right there pretty much sums up the level of funtastic at my house.)
Red: Webs are SUPER STRONG. And there is the flying!
Blonde: His web only can shoot out two feet. I know.
Red: Yes, he CAN. He can too fly. But you’re right. Only two feet.
Blonde: THOR. T-H-O-R. It’s THORRRRR.
Red: Four what? (Could also be “for” – we will never really know. But I am gonna hazard a guess that it truly DOES NOT MATTER.)
Red: I KNOW! And his hammer. He’s the best A- … Av-… What is he?
Blonde: He is a super hero. He’s with Captain Merica. A plunger.
Red: Captain Merica is just from here. He is not from a whole nother planet. If you come from another planet then you are way cooler.
Momsie: Thor. He an Avenger. And he is really cute.
Red: He is not cute. He is not. HE HAS. A HAMMER.
Blonde: CHRISTMAS LIGHTS!
(“Scuze me. Sorry. Let me just quickly interject to tell you we’re passing a store with an “Open” sign that is lit up. That’s all. Now you may go back to reading this post.)
Red: Yep. Der they are!
I know. It’s not an episode of Seinfeld, but it’s all I’ve got. So, let me also leave you with a picture of a Corgi dressed up like Thor. Because the internet:
Cars are the best way to really listen to your kids. They will ask you questions and talk to you about stuff in the car when they won’t elsewhere. Why? I don’t know. Maybe because there is no eye contact. Maybe because there is all that stuff going on outside the windows and it can make the stuff you’re talking about seem not quite so FULL of stuff.
Containment is key. They are strapped in. They cannot escape. We can end up talking about deep things – things like why we need to be nice to that one kid that keeps saying all the bad words at school and shoves a lot, and why mommy and daddy need to go out on a date tonight, and why mommy goes to meetings on Sunday nights.
And why the Royals are the most wonderful team ever in existence of the whole world forever and ever, amen.
But NOT IN THIS POST. No sirree!
No deep stuff today. Just Fork’s Hammer!