Friday, March 27, 2009

The Good, The Bad, and the Blue.

Today, I had to run a quick errand, and the sun is shining bright! (Take that Blizzard!) The boys wanted me to take them for a pedal bike ride. I explained to them that I needed to clean the house today, and that it was too cold anyhow. Willard asked me if he could help, and I said, sure, if he wanted to.

Then we passed by a blue mustang, and Willard said, "Look mom, a blue mustang! Blue is Dad's favorite color!" I said, "Yes, Willard, blue is Dad's favorite color, but if he could, he would prefer an Electric Blue Mustang. Its brighter.

Willard says..."Well I would like an Automatic Blue Mustang, cause it shifts for you."

So, after all this, Willard and Maynard are having a conversation:

Willard: Do you want the good news or the bad news? (He is saying this in a somber sort of voice.)
Maynard: Da bad news.
Willard: If we help mom around the house, we won't get to play.
Maynard: Oh Tay. What's the dood news?
Willard: The good news is, if you want to play instead of help...well that is what the good news is!
Maynard: Oh.

So, when we got home, I asked Maynard:

Mom: So, I hear there is good news and bad news."
Maynard: Uh Huh. The bad news is, we don't wanna help you. The dood news is, we wanna help you.
Mom: So, which news is it? The dood news.

Mr. Optimist.

Saturday, March 21, 2009


Willard has been FULL of his fun phrases lately!

Tomorrow, when I look in the mirror, I hope to be excited for my *sparkles*!

Yesterday after playing in the dirt all afternoon, I gave the boys a quick shower.

As I was helping them get dried off, Maynard looks at his wet, wrinkly hands and says with big wide eyes:

"Look Mom! My hands are sparkly!"

"Really?", I ask.

"Yes, and my feet have sparkles too!" He exclaims, as he tips up on the outside of he feet to look at the bottoms.

I can't wait to tell these stories to his kids!!!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

A Great Maynardism

Today, I was putting clothes into the washer, and Maynard came up to me and said politely...

"What the hell are you doing, Mom?"

I was a bit surprised, but I remained calm...

"Boy, Son, maybe you should ask me a different way."

So he said, without missing a beat:

"Excuse me, Mom. What the hell are you doing?"

I am going to chuckle about that all day long!