Stella: “Mom, why do you get two ginger snaps and I only get one?”
Me: “That’s the cool part about getting to be the Mom.”
Stella: “No, the cool part is getting to hatch a baby.”
Category Archives: Quotable
Things that either come out of my mouth or the mouth of those around me, and are just appalling enough to merit repeating.
Missed campaign opportunity for Campbell’s
“It takes a long time to learn how to eat soup.”
Name that tune
As XM subscribers, we have a standing question:
“So, do you know who this is?”
This question posed, because the display will always tell you the artist and song title. One thing I have learned is that I did not marry my husband because of his catalog of musical knowledge. About the only songs he can identify are The Carpenters, The Ramones, Earth Wind & Fire (and that is only since he somewhat recently came to this realization), a couple of hair bands and a handful of miscellaneous obscure 80’s groups. And I mean, really obscure.
I think the only time he out-challenged me was when he was able to identify a Fountains of Wayne song, when I had never even heard of them. I’m not sure, but I still think he may have cheated.
Today, after yet another defeat in the guess this song/artist challenge, I was presented with the following logic:
“Um, Natalie. I am not a lyricist, I am a composer.”
I am SO totally not making this up.
From a discussion between Stella and I regarding whether we should buy or build:
“Mommy, did you know that if your head is really strong like mine you can pound nails with it?”
Whispered into my ear by Alex while picking Stella up from school:
“Psst. I love chattelatte.”
(Neither I, nor Alex’s mother have any idea what this is.)
From a discussion between Stella and I about her day at school:
“Mommy did you know that I have never been to outer space or the aquarium or Hawaii? Maybe when I get older I can go all those places.”
Banter on the car ride to school:
“Mommy, don’t say okay. Okay?”
“Okay. I won’t say okay.”
“NOOOOO Mommy, don’t say okay. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“NOOOOO, just don’t say it.”
“Okay, I won’t say it.”
“NOOOOO, Don’t. Say. IT!”
“Okay, I won’t say it.”
(This went on for a while.)
The #1 best quote I have heard in all of my three years of being a parent:
When we got to the part in the Knuffle Bunny book where they are sorting laundry, and Trixie has her mom’s bra in her hand:
“That’s for her mommy’s babes.”
Decisions, Decisions…
The VERY important question posed to me this morning:
“I am going to put the basket on top of the car, and load all of the suitcases on it. Would it be classier to wrap each one, individually, in a contractor bag or cover the entire thing with a blue tarp?”
For some reason, my Standards Manual for the Good Taste Challenged, doesn’t actually cover this scenario.