So my kids (and their second cousin, Collin Mitchell) had a great time yesterday making a mess of our yard and themselves. It's funny how the combination of dirt and water is always the recipe for the ultimate fun when we are young. Camp loves it when Brian and I tell him stories about when we were young. One of his favorites is when I had had my friend Jamie over and my mom had come out to let us know that it was time for Jamie to go home and that her mom was on her way over. We were not ready for her to go home so we decided that if we stripped down and covered ourselves in mud, our moms would have no choice but to let Jamie stay longer so that we could take a bath. Brilliant!
For fear that I will not get around to recording this anywhere else, I will share some of Camp's recent comments with you.
After having gotten a new little bouncy ball at the library recently, Camp observed later that evening: "Look, mom. My potty (his private) has two bouncy balls in it."
As I turned to glare at him after hearing him say "idiot," Camp reassured me: "Mom, I didn't say 'idiot,' I said 'bidiot.' It just sounded like idiot." Nice save, Camp.
Camp: "Mom, what does 'chill out' mean?"
Mom: "It means 'calm down'. "
Camp: "Do you know why I told Janey to chill out?"
Camp: "Because she was freaking out!"