Posts Tagged: tooth fairy


10
Dec 10

7: i have a life

10 y/o, “mom,  look- a commercial about bloating.”

7 y/o: we’re booooorrrrreeeeed. what should we play?” “how about laundromat?” “7 y/o: “what’s that?” me:” it’s really fun – you get to fold your own laundry.” 10 y/o, “i’ll pass.”

7 y/o: “mom, can we watch tv after grandma leaves?” “yes.” “ok, i’ll get the tv ready.”

when we first got our kitten, we weren’t sure of the sex (it’s a boy), and this conversation ensued:

10 y/o: “i think it’s a girl.”

me: “how can you tell?”

10 y/o: “she just looks like a girl.”

me: “how so?”

10 y/o: “in her eyes.”

me: “her eyes?”

10 y/o: “yes. they sparkle. they say girl.”

me to 10 y/o: “you just like the attention.” 10 y/o: “oh, you know i do.”

10 y/o’s tooth fell out at school and she  came home with it wrapped in a napkin. when she went to throw it out, i said, “no, don’t throw it out, i will give it to the tooth fairy. ” she rolled her eyes at me & said, “oh, where will that be? the garbage?”

i was really looking forward to a day off from work and school to spend with my girls until this announcement was made in unison: “we are going to be playing now. so, find something else to do.”

10 y/o gets confused between chinese and japanese people & their cultures. this was magnified when she went as a geisha for halloween and kept calling it a “chinese costume.” after correcting her several times, she finally said to me, “i can’t tell the people apart but i know their food.”

10 y/o to 7 y/o: “hurry up. you’re as slow as grandma!”

grandma: “hey!”

girls were playing “littlest pet shop” and 10 y/o as the turtle said, “i don’t eat meat. i’m veggeturtle.”

group of 10 y/o olds discussing the movie Freaky Friday: “i saw the old one. it had typewriters.” “ewwwww. that’s gross.”

7 y/o: “okay everybody follow me. make a vertical line.”

10 y/o “the kitten just made a defensive fart. maybe i should learn how to do that.”

10 y/o: ” i hate her.” me: “hate is such a strong word.” 10 y/o: “fine. i strongly, crudely, dislike her.”

me to 10 y/o: “get out of here & go play with your sister.” 10 y/o: “no she is boring.” 7y/o: “i am not! i’m not old  & i don’t play bingo!”

7 y/o: “mommy, mommy come quick! there’s a deer in the backyard. he’s looking right at me.”

me: “yes, i think he hears us through the glass. they have really sensitive hearing.”

7 y/o: “i think deer like to eavesdrop.”

me to 10 y/o: “what are you saving all that stuff for? life is short, use it now, enjoy!”

10 y/o wrote a story & read it to us. 7 y/o then wrote one almost identical. 10 y/o said, “hey, that’s exactly what i wrote.” i said, “well, it’s cute. she wants to be just like you. it’s flattering.” to which 10 y/o responded: “it’s not cute when she’s plagiarizing my work.”

7 y/o: “yeah, you’ll end up like mommy – never using your things and then selling them on ebay.”

me to 10 y/o: “come, play with us.”

7 y/o: “no. i have tv to watch.. it won’t watch itself, you know.”

10 y/o: “the 3 R’s are Responsible, Respect, Record.” me: “Record? like on the DVR?” 10 y/o: “yes!”

7 y/o discussing her new gmail account with her grandmother: “it’s a good way to connect with people.”

10 y/o wanted to wear my pajama bottoms and then stopped in the midst of putting them to ask, “are these the ones you had your period in?”

10 y/o calling from shower, “tonight, i’m going to rinse and repeat.”

me to kitten: “hey little kitty, ” 7 y/o: “hey, little mommy.”

me to 7 y/o: “what exactly is The Turkey Trot?” 7 y/o: ” i think it’s an optical course.”

me to 10 y/o, “so did you get your phone fixed and it’s working now?” “yes.” “so, you’ll text me this weekend?” “yes, but don’t expect whole chats – i have a life.”

10 y/o: “dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, i made you out of plastic from somewhere in indonesia.”

grandma: “so do you like these cookies?” 10 y/o: “not really. what’s in them?” grandma: “fiber one cereal, peanut butter, &  semi-sweet chocolate.” 10y/o, “i sensed they were healthy.”

10y/o dropped some candy: “oh no! jelly bean down!”

7 y/o: “this picture is inappropriate, it shows her boob line.”

me: “you know, you’ll have boobs one day.”

7 y/o: “but, i don’t want those jiggly things!”

me to 10 y/0: “want me to clip your nails for you?” “no, i like clipping my nails myself. it’s a sense of accomplishment.”

10 y/o: “i showed the boys on the bus pictures of my kitty”

me: “i never want to hear that again.”

10 y/o: “?”


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23
May 10

part 2: noodle straps

9 year old on her vitamin: “it tastes like a dog’s throw-up that a monkey swallowed and then pooped.”

me to 6 yr old: “hey, what’s that on your tush?”

6 yr old, “nothing. you just want to squeeze it for fun.”

me to girls while looking at a flyer: “hey we should go see this show.”

6 yr old: “i am already going to see it with daddy.”

9 yr old: “yeah, and i don’t want to see it. it’s for ages to 5-8 and i am almost a tween. u know, a tweenager? that’s what they call it these days.”

joke written by 9 year old. she has warned me not to “plagiarize,” therefore it is reprinted here with her permission:

what did the client say about the hairdresser?

she is nice and easy-combing.

9 year old: “she said that i could babysit when she has a baby, but that won’t be for awhile because he hasn’t popped the question yet.”

9 year old: “what is the weather supposed to be tomorrow?” me: “i’m not sure. we need to check when we get home.” 6 year old: ” it will either be warm or cold.”

me to 9 year old: “are you sure you want to sleep with such a warm blanket?” 9 year old: “yes. i get cold even though my personality is warm.”

grandmother to 6 year old,” ok. let’s turn the light off for bed time.” 6 year old: “no, leave it on.” grandmother: “how are you going to get to sleep with such a bright light on?” 6 year old: “i will turn it off when i fall asleep.”

upon learning a couple is going to have a baby who is not currently married, 9 year old asks,” isn’t that illegal?”

9 year old: “mommy, take that backpack off the counter. this is where we eat and we are going to get germs in our food and get sick. we will get what they call the H1N1 Influenza they have been telling us about in school.”

one morning, i accidentally turned off my alarm instead of hitting snooze and woke the girls up for school a wee bit late. since we were rushed, 9 year old sprung into action to help me get both girls ready. when i got downstairs, she was busy making lunch for her sister and said to me, “you had to have another one?”

scene: double play date at my house

6 year old and her pal decided to paint their nails without asking me. i wasn’t pleased and muttered to myself that they “dragged all the nail polish downstairs to the basement”  within ear shot of 9 year old & her pal. the friend misunderstood & asked incredulously, “she drank all the nail polish?” to which i replied, “no dragged it.” and 9 year old added, “yeah, she’s 6, not mentally retarded.”

9 year old consoling 6 year old: “it’s just a fly. nothing to be scared of. it’s only 3 letters.”

how the tooth fairy got hustled

9 year old: “make sure you tell the tooth fairy about my tooth, so she leaves me a gift.”

me: “didn’t you tell me that you don’t believe in the tooth fairy anymore?”

9 year old: “no, i do.”

me: “okay then.”

next morning after collecting her loot:

9 year old “i know you’re the tooth fairy.”

me: “but last night you told me you believed in the tooth fairy.”

9 year old: ” i know. i just said that to get the money.”

me: “oh, i see.”

9 year old adding insult to injury: “also, it’s not that i don’t appreciate the “fairy dust” and all, but could she use a little less? it’s all over my bed & i have to change my sheets now.”

9 year old walking past plum tree in front yard: “i can smell the plummy goodness.”

6 year old to 9 year old: “you can teach me spanish.” 9 year old: “let’s just leave that to dora.” [the explorer]

6 year old: “this week is ‘poem in your pocket’ week. i have to rememberize a poem.”

6 year old: “there are different parts of your tongue for tasting different things. this part here is for butter.”

after observing meal laid out upon the table, 9 year old to grandmother: “you really know how to put together a dinner.”

9 year old discussing a friend: “she misses a lot of school. she is going to end up in the street with credit card debt and invalid health insurance.”

note in my lunch from 9 year old on a morning i had an upset stomach before leaving for work: “dear mom, i love you. stick it out.”

6 year old singing lyrics that say come closer: “get cole slaw”

grandmother to 9 year old: “3 lion cubs were born in a zoo the other day.” 9 year old, “who’s the lucky couple?”

9 year old: “hello, loser.”

6 year old: “hello, idiot.”

9 year old. “touche.”

9 year old: “she [6 year old] can sleep in my room in her sleeping bag.”

me: “well, i really don’t want her to sleep on the floor.”

9 year old: “no, in the sleeping bag in my bed. it contains her – she kicks.”

while cat-sitting my mother’s kitty, 6 year old was beckoning the cat to follow her up the stairs which prompted 9 year old to admonish, “he’s a cat, not a seeing eye dog.”

9 year old & i had the pleasure of watching a puppet show performed by 6 year old in which one of the characters became extremely wild and had to be “disciplined” by 6 year old. 9 year old turned to me and said, “you will have to excuse him [the puppet], he’s on medication.”

6 year old: “mommy, i can’t wear this shirt to school tomorrow. it has noodle straps” me:”ok, but i think you mean spaghetti straps.”

9 year old: “why would a cleaning product be called bleck?” me (barely containing my laughter):”that’s bleach.”

among other items i had put out for bulk collection week were 2 female dress forms – one black and one white. upon discovering that scavengers had taken the white one, but not the black one, 9 year old exclaimed, “how racist!.”

quote from 6 year old’s mother’s day project: “my mom is: as pretty as a flower and a unicorn.” that is the highest compliment i have ever received.

9 year old: “when i am an adult, i am going to have a purse & shoes to match every outfit.” me: “well, my work here is done.”


make mine extra dirty, please.

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