When I walked in the door to pick Big Kid up, he took one look at me and burst into tears, screaming that he didn't want to go home and wished I wasn't there.
Gee thanks, I missed you too.
So because I didn't feel like fighting, and because it did sound like fun, we negotiated to having Em and family over for pizza and Wii tonight.
I know, I know, I have lots of stuff I should be doing instead, and it's a school night for Big Kid, but this sounds like way more fun than any of that.
So we'll get our two totally exhausted four year olds back together and enjoy each other's company for the evening.
On the way home:
Ashley: Oh my goodness, that little kid is not in a carseat in that car next to us.
Big Kid: One time, I bemembered dat Em was in our car wif no carseat, dest a single stwap.
Ashley: No! That never happened!
Big Kid: Yes it did too. I bemember, we were going out to eat, and I bemembered it 'cuz Emmers was not in a carseat, dest in a stwap.
Ashley: Big Kid, that never happened. Not in my car. Oh! I think there was one time we met them at KMart and I let her ride in our car to the McDonald's in the same parking lot, in just a seatbelt.
Big Kid: Nope, dat was not da time So dere was dat time too. But I bemember dis one all da time 'cuz we were going out to eat.
Now let me tell you with ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY that this did not happen. I remember even being nervous about the 50 feet in the empty parking lot to the McDonald's. I really hope he isn't "bemembering" this stuff to other people when I'm not around.
Anyway, it seems that the overnight was a success. Although I guess at one point Big Kid smacked Emmers and then immediately ran to LK and begged her "not to tell Ashley 'bout da smackin'" which she immediately IMed me and told me about.
Then when I arrived, Em kept whispering to LK to be sure I was told about the smacking. Finally we got in the car and closed the doors and Big Kid immediately blurted out "I smacked Em, and I'm sowwy and feel bad." and we had a talk about hitting.
It wasn't much of a talk because he felt so bad, and had tattled on himself, and seriously knew what he did was wrong. He said "Sometimes she's dest so fwustwatin' and I dest got out of contwol and I smacked her. And dat was bad. I really dest wuv her lots dough."
He's sitting here anxiously awaiting her arrival. I actually had sufficient motivation to unearth the laundry couch. I didn't just hide the clean laundry either, I actually put it away.
So I did accomplish something today.
Now I can hang out guilt free.
unearthed. put it away.
hmmmm... no mention of folding.
I so totally envision drawers filled with balls of clothing.
I still want big kids as my own.
I also have a laundry couch.
And I have a request. Isn't there a little kid over there somewhere? Perhaps Big Kid is getting too much play time on the blog. I feel like I don't even KNOW Little Kid anymore. Can I get a witness?
I'm glad BK had such a good time! From what you've told us, Little Miss Emmers can be a bit bossy at time. I won't go so far as to say that she had the smack comin' (there is rarely a good excuse for physical violence), but really...sometime's you gotta fight when you're a man. (Anyone know the song?) Have fun tonight!
We have a story like that to where The Boy told The Man that I crashed at WalMart and I swear to you IT NEVER HAPPENED. The Man says he believes me, but I think some part of him still wonders if I'm telling the truth or not.
Isn't it scary what they could be telling people?
Yeah, let's definitely hope they arent "bememberin'" this kind of stuff to other folks when we aren't around to nervously laugh and defend ourselves! But, they probably are...
It's totally scary what they might tell other people. I've helped out at DS's class before just to get some good gossip. ;)
"Sometimes she's dest so fwustwatin' and I dest got out of contwol and I smacked her. And dat was bad. I really dest wuv her lots dough."
L.M.F.A.O. I wonder how may time the popo have heard that line before. ;)
We get the same greeting every time the kids spend the night at my mother-in-law's house. They used to cry and not talk to us when we showed up.
When we first started letting them spend the night we actually thought the little fuckers might miss us and be happy to see us. Not the case. Now we call ahead and have her start preparing them mentally for our arrival.
Real nice that she has to prepare them. Like they are going to get a shot or experience something painful. Nope, just reuniting with their parents.....
The best thing is now YOU get to have a playdate too! WooHoo!
Bring out the drinks!
btw, i just looooove bk convos. they are the best!
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