Tired

After a late night, Logan pops his head out from the bathroom where he's brushing his teeth and says: "Sometimes, when I'm really tired, I look into my room and see my bed and my very comfortable blanket and it makes it really hard to concentrate on brushing my teeth."

I hear you, Logan.

Pizza

As we're making plans for dinner, Brody asks "Can we have Domino's or Papa Johns?  I really feel like good pizza.  And in my opinion, they're the best."  I stare at him blankly, so he goes on, "...I also like Little Caesars."

We're failing as parents.

Materials

Logan's summer project is to write a book.  A multi-chapter book with a complete storyline and details.  It's about someone who escapes New York after a wall was built around the city.  (It's amazing to me, how much these boys think about Trump and the wall he wants to build.  Even a 7 year old realizes that this is a very bad idea.)  As Logan writes and I work at my laptop next to him, he asks me "how do you spell 'materials'?"  I send the question back to him and ask, "what do you think?"  He looks at me with an expression that lacks any amusement and responds "...I'll just use the word 'tools' instead."

Oh, and based on the other word he asked to spell, it appears that his main character is going to escape the city by climbing the wall with a grapple hook.  I wonder what Trump would think about that.  A seven year old has figured out a way to get over his wall.

But this blog isn't meant for politics...

Poop Deck

There are many reasons that I'm thankful to be a mom of two boys. There are also times when I realize I was meant to be a mom of boys and not girls. Today, the boys were talking about "poop decks" and we decided to google to learn what they really are. This picture made me laugh just as much as the boys. I'm not sure it's helping clarify what a poop deck really is...

Candy

As Brody put his Spree-flavored candy cane in a plastic bag tonight to save the rest for tomorrow, he walked past me to go upstairs to bed and said "Well, try not to eat it."  After 8 years of having his mom eat his candy, that's the lesson he's learned.  He doesn't cry or get mad.  He just speaks directly: "try not to eat it."  I'm going to try really hard this time.

Sweet Frog

Logan LOVES Sweet Frog. Given the option of any special treat in the world, he will choose sour patch kids.  But if he really thinks about it, he'll say Sweet Frog because there he can get frozen yogurt AND sour patch kids. Tonight, he lucked out because Dada was feeling generous at Sweet Frog. After receiving a hefty pour of tart vanilla, Logan decided he wanted strawberry too. Jacob agreed to pour it on top of the tart, doubling his normal amount of ice cream. When they made it to the scale Logan realized his good fortune, saying "Whoa! 51?? That's even bigger than me!" 

President

The boys were chatting with each other as we drove home tonight and Logan randomly asked if the President worked hard. Jacob and I started to respond, but Brody had it covered. He talked about government, laws, and voting. I was impressed. Earlier this week, Brody's class voted for their student council representatives and the class was asked to choose the most responsible boy and girl in a ballot vote. Brody's class chose him. He has no idea what it means to be on the SCA but he's proud that his class chose him. So is his Mama.