Wednesday, February 4, 2009

stories...

The other day on a family trip to WalMart, my husband took a shortcut thru the back roads. Max said, "Daddy, I think this is the way to Michigan."
His sister quickly broke in.
"No it's not. This is not the Michigan way."

And the two of them spent the next few minutes going back and forth and arguing about which way we were actually going.

Molly finally gets help from her daddy.

"Daddy, this isn't the Michigan way is it?"
"No, baby doll. It's not. We're going to WalMart."

Max doesn't say a word.

Molly waits about a half a minute and then...."Told ya."
Hands on as much of her hips as she can being in the car seat.

Max again didn't say a word. I think he realized that it was a lost cause with his sister.
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This past Sunday was a great day. It was gorgeous outside...no coats for church....even more beautiful when we left church. I told myself that we had to get outside and enjoy knowing full well that it was going to get snowy and cold again come Monday.
Nope, we decided to sleep the day away. Everyone but Max decided to take turns napping. We never stepped outside again that day. By the time we all awoke it was time to start making football snacks for the Super Bowl. The kids and Aaron cleaned the living room and got the coffee table situated for all of our snacks. The first round of commercials came on the tv. One of the first ones was a Doritos ad. It was the magic ball ad where the guy throws it at the vending machine and then the other guy throws it and hits who is presumed to be his boss, right in the private area. Aaron and I watched it from the kitchen and then returned to finish preparing the snacks. We heard Maggie's little soft baseball with the bell inside of it being tossed around. After a minute or so Aaron asked Molly and Max what they were doing. Max says...

"Daddy, we are trying to do like the guy in the commercial. Will you throw it at my ankle?"

I found this mildly humorous...Aaron more so. About a minute later I realized why Aaron got such a kick out of Max asking him to throw it at his ankle...

Max calls his penis his ankle. Don't ask me why.
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