Kids Say the Darndest Things...

I spend so much of my time writing about the medical trials and tribulations of my life that I feel like the best part of my world is often marginalized to the occasional anecdote or witty comment.  But since my kids are what keeps me going in spite of the hardships that come along with chronic illness, I want to share some of their sense of humor, timing and joy.  The hope is that as things get tough, this ever growing list of happy memories can help keep me moving.

So, thanks, kids -- I needed this. xo

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After a morning of running, cheering and feather chasing, GW (age 4) and I were talking with an US Army veteran with a single leg amputation at the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler in April 2014.  A little while into our conversation I became aware of GW staring at the man's prosthetic leg.  The man asked GW if he noticed anything weird about the leg, to which GW responded: "yeah, it's on my feather."

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GV (age 2), while using the bathroom after watching Super Why!:  "Look Mom! I'm Princess P!"

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GW (age 5):  "Do you remember the 60s?"
HB:  "What about the '60s?"
GW: "Oh, you know.  The 60s.  61, 62, 63, 64...  remember?"

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As we pull up to the ticket kiosk in a parking garage, GV (age 2) rolls down her window in the backseat and says: "May we have two milks, please?"

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Watching GV (age 2) pick up an old landline phone and dial, I say: "Who ya calling, GV?"
GV: "Oh, my Francie."
Me:  "Your 'Francie?' Who is that?"
GV:  "From the movie!  My Francie!"
Me:  "You mean your fiancĂ©?"
GV: "Yeah! My Francie!"

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GW (age 4): "Mom, how old is Dad?"
Me: "He's 35."
GW:  "What?"
Me: "You know, like 30 plus 5."
GW:  "Is that more than 32?"
Me: "Yes."
GW:  "Oh, so Dad is older than ice."

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Me on the phone:  "You should hear the way GV says 'actually.'"
Interrupting, GV (age 3):  "ACTUALLY, Mama, you can't say 'actually.'  That is my word."

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GW (age 6) from the backseat: "Mom, are the Christmas tree stores out yet?"
Me:  "Yes."
GW: "Can we go get a Christmas tree right now?"
Me: "No, we need to wait until after Daddy finishes his homework."
GW: "Oh.  So can we go this weekend?"
Me: "We'll see."
GW: "SI! I like that answer!"

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Grandmama to GV:  "How do I look?"
GV, after carefully considering Grandmama's grey hair and silver-toned outfit, "you look like an elephant."

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OMG, GV and I just had an argument about "Let it Go."  Oh, the irony. 

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