Random questions the kids ask
While driving home from cheer littlest stops singing along with the radio to ask, "If Daddy cuts off my pinky can I still go swimming?" Ummmmmm
While enjoying the rare treat by youngest son of sitting next to me (in the little pickup truck) he announces, "I am going to own a truck. G says when I am big if I fix the red truck I can have it. I will fix it all by myself...well I will need someone to start it for me so I can watch everything working correctly. But other than that I will do it myself, All that is wrong with it is a battery. How much does a battery cost?" Meanwhile I am processing that the vehicle will be 25 years old when he is 16 and more than likely illegal because some alternative fuel/system will be required. But my answer instead is hmmmmmm
On the first day of the Olympic games littlest and I were watching the live streaming of swimming finals. It was the men's 400IM where they do each stroke. While watching the back stroke I told her they would also be doing something they called the butterfly. She looked at me like I lost all my marbles then said, "Well, do they know the grasshopper?" "No." "Well, they should. I can teach them the grasshopper it goes like this (making herself like a frog on the chair) hop, hop!" Nothing but laughter is my response.
While enjoying the rare treat by youngest son of sitting next to me (in the little pickup truck) he announces, "I am going to own a truck. G says when I am big if I fix the red truck I can have it. I will fix it all by myself...well I will need someone to start it for me so I can watch everything working correctly. But other than that I will do it myself, All that is wrong with it is a battery. How much does a battery cost?" Meanwhile I am processing that the vehicle will be 25 years old when he is 16 and more than likely illegal because some alternative fuel/system will be required. But my answer instead is hmmmmmm
On the first day of the Olympic games littlest and I were watching the live streaming of swimming finals. It was the men's 400IM where they do each stroke. While watching the back stroke I told her they would also be doing something they called the butterfly. She looked at me like I lost all my marbles then said, "Well, do they know the grasshopper?" "No." "Well, they should. I can teach them the grasshopper it goes like this (making herself like a frog on the chair) hop, hop!" Nothing but laughter is my response.
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