TheMommyBlog

Saturday, December 29, 2007 Family

It’s only 7:58 a.m. and already seventeen conversations have gone along these lines:

“WHAT… is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?”

“… I know how to spell ‘Mississippi.’”

Even Daphne, who didn’t even see the movie but is already steeped in its lore, said, “And what about the knight who gets his arms and legs cut off and he’s still yelling at Arthur to come back and fight like a man? Wouldn’t it be funny if he said ‘Come back and fight like a chef?’ Ahahahaha! That would be stupid.”

I don’t write the jokes, people, I just relay them.

I finally got out of bed and came out here when Daphne crawled on me and said, “Okay, Mama, I’m coming back into your tummy and I’m all grown. Hold still. This will only hurt a ton.” She’s definitely feeling better.

This prompted Dylan to ask if he was the only one who came out of my tummy. I replied, “No, you were the only one who didn’t come out of my tummy. Remember, Logan and Daphne were born through c-section.”

“Yeah, you were born through her vagina,” Logan offered, while I winced. “Maybe that’s why he got sick—no offense, Mom.”

Thank you. We’ll be here all week.