Friday, September 25, 2009

Message for you sir

Laying in bed, trying to wake up, cuddling with a sick boy and watching SpongeBob. Tay is sitting on the end of the bed playing with a piece of paper (she HAS toys, I didn't say: here use your imagination) when suddenly she throws it on my lap saying:

Zing! Message for you.

Then: I didn't throw it, you didn't see me throw just showed up. Read it!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I don't negotiate with terrorists

Tay wanted to go outside to help run-off the Israeli Solicitor. I told her:

No, stay here.

She walked over to my shoes and said:
If you don't let me go outside I will destroy your shoe.

I told her: I don't negotiate with terrorists.

Tay: Hmph!

And walked upstairs to get dressed.

Friday, September 4, 2009


I have been ill the last few days. Because of it, and my sheer laziness, the children have had the run of the house. BIG mistake. There is a lot that needs to be cleaned.

I asked Tay to pick up the toys in the living room and I would vacuum. What ensued was a long, drawn out negotiation, and although she is good, I am better. I have the: Because I am the Mom trump card. So she began to pick up. Very little, but at least she started.

A few minutes later, an almost naked Taylor walks into my bedroom, arms across her chest, shivering and says:

Mom, I'm getting too cold of cleaning up.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


Testing out the new PS3, Glenn was playing videos. Tay was watching the video for Wrong by Depeche Mode.

Glenn said: We went to see them in concert ya know?
Tay: HEY! I wanted to go!
Glenn: Maybe when you get older.
Tay: Ya, like when I am 5.