The wise guy gene continues to show up in my kids' comments to me. I'm hoping that the student gene in me starts to pop up more often for my stir crazy boys.
I'll set the stage for the first one. My husband and I decided to pull up the wall to wall carpet in the living room, dining room and hallway. It was 10 years old and I couldn't look at it anymore. Also, naive me got a light gray carpet back when I had just two little ones. You can imagine the cleaning headache over the years.
So I'm bent over trying to remove what seemed like a thousand stubborn staples in the floor, and my middle son says:
"Mom, when I'm rich, I'll hire a team to do this kind of job." My thoughts: "Hopefully, if you're rich, you'll get a jacuzzi for Mama's hunchback after years of housework." I wish I could say that I was as glamorous as Cinderella when I'm cleaning around here. Jillian does call me Cinderella which is sweet. One more wise guy remark from the boy peanut gallery, "Jillian, I think Mom is closer in age to the stepmother in that story." Thanks guys.
Here's another not so Hallmark moment between mother and sons: "Mom, how can I focus on my homework plan (now that's something I would like to see in writing) when you keep telling me to sit down and do it?" My thoughts: "Homework gets done with a pencil and paper and not with a basketball and hoop. I know...call me old fashioned, my dear boy."
Here's my last one: "Mommy, don't cut your hair. I want you to look like Rapunzel." My thoughts, "Jillian, you really don't want to see how my very long curly hair will frizz up and add an extra 6 inches to each side of my head."