As Sunday night draws to a close, I decided I better fill you all in on some of the oddball things said around the Copeland house this past week. What I'm about to include here is not made up. I really don't think I could even make this stuff up--unless I had the thought processes of a young child, but anyway...
Just last night husband and I were tucking the older two girls (who share a room) into bed. Sometimes we read. Sometimes we tell stories. Last night we decided to sing. One of the songs we (mainly the two older gals) sing quite often says,
I said, shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller
and talk with your hips
In our house we say Do the Hokey Poky in lieu of Do the Helen Keller, but who cares, right?
So we sang our version of the lines above and laughed like we usually do. Then I thought I'd help develop and fine tune Peach's problem solving skills by asking her this:
So, Peach, you know how the words really say "Helen Keller," well she was a real person who lived a long time ago and she was deaf and blind.
Peach quizzically stares at me so I explain how deaf means can't hear and blind means can't see.
I then continue by asking my thought-provoking (and hopefully problem-solving skills developing) question:
Hey, Peach, how do you think Helen Keller communicated if she couldn't see or hear?
And here is what my genius of a four-year old said:
In English!
I can hardly explain the look on her face as she uttered those words--like, duh, mom!
Husband and I laughed at that one for quite sometime and then I said:
Did you know that Daddy and I used to teach English?
And that little smarty answered:
Are you sure?
Again the expression on her face totally matched her question.
Where does she get her material, seriously?!?
I love how these kids just come up with the most honest answers to innocent questions that make adults fall down laughing! Thanks kids, keep it up!
On another totally unrelated note, when we sat down to dinner tonight I unintentionally set my husband up for a trap. You know what I mean. The trap where you ask a basic yes or no question and whether the person answers in the affirmative or not they find themselves in a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation.
For some reason or another it occurred to me that I've either been pregnant or breast-feeding for all but 4 of the last 61 months! That totally shocked me when I silently thought it to myself so I had to share the news with the only other person in the house who knows how much 61 is, let alone someone who knows what a month is.
So I tell him of my findings and we both agree, wow--that's somethin'. But I don't let it stop there. I continue on...
I'm guessing that since I've basically had my nutrients depleted for 5 years, my body thinks it's in starvation mode and that's why I'm so fat; it's because my body saves every little ounce of fat I take in because it swears I'm in the depths of a famine. (Insert breath here). I just know I'm right!
Now the accidental kicker of a trap is set up and I follow with:
Don't you think?
I know my husband. And I know that if he's not really making eye-contact at this point it's because he's trying to avoid what is about to happen. He knows I've just set him up in a damned if you do, damned if you don't situation.
So I save him the worry and let him know:
Ha, guess I got ya there, didn't I. Because you know if you say you agree then you are essentially agreeing that I'm fat. But if you say you don't agree, well then you're screwed because you A) don't agree with me, and B) now have to find a back-up argument against the logic I've provided.
The nice, supportive husband I have looks at me with a smile and laughs. I don't make him answer the question. I just fill in the blanks for him and say:
Fat or not, I bet my body is a bit starved for it's own supply of nutrients-- don't ya think?
Yes, honey. You're right.
Now, wasn't that nice of me to dig him out of that trap?
I know, I 'm kidding. It was mean of me to put him there in the first place--but honestly I did NOT do it on purpose!
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