1. The Birthday Cards that I bought yesterday? A bust! Its true. After the whole "I filled my buggy with nonsense items and had to park it at the front of the store while I went back to the card aisle, blah, blah, blah...." Ugh.
So I bought the recordable cards. Because those are fun when you have kids. Only it was 8:30, a half an hour after their bedtimes, when I realized that I forgot to have them record something and the cards HAD to go out in the mail today. So I dragged them out of bed. They recorded cute, cute messages and then I sent them back to bed and came back downstairs to listen to them one last time and mail them off. Um, yeah. They didn't record. And I couldn't make myself have the children do it again. Especially because (and I didn't realize this in the store because I felt rushed and I have difficulty buying cards under pressure) the cards were not only recordable but then after the customized message they played some HORRIBLE country song. Now, to be fair, I like a lot (A LOT) of country music...but definitely not this particular song. So, there's that.
2. I told Casey that her dance teacher had really nice things to say about her today and she replied, "I get my dancing from you. I get my funny from Dad." And then we had this conversation...
Me: So you don't think that I'm funny?
Casey: Wellllllll...Dad was a clown.
Me: So you don't think I'm funny?
Casey: Ummmmm, welllllllllll, sometimes you are. And sometimes, well, just not so much.
My kid said I was not funny....by way of the phrase, "not so much." What is this???? Ridiculousness, is what it is. Absolutely ridiculous. Not funny. I scoff at "not funny."
And for the record, I really am not a good dancer. I am a confident dancer and there is, most definitely, a big (BIG) difference between the two.
3. The other morning while Chris was waking Quinn up for school, he responded with, "No Dayeah, stop wakey me up." So I think I'm going to use this now too. Stop wakey me up. That's funny, right? I called the people at TBS and they said it was funny, but my 9 year old said, "not so much." Scoff.