Gems from the piglets

From Mr. M:
Yesterday, as I park at Costco, Mr. M says, "Mom, when will I be free?"
"Free?" I ask.
"Yeah, when will I be able to do what I want, have a car and go to college? When no one can tell me what to do anymore?"
"Why?" I say. "Are you feeling like you aren't free right now?"
duh look from Mr. M.
"When you're eighteen," I answer.
"Oh, man."

Today as we're driving to karate:
"Yeah, I don't think I'll run away ever," Mr. M says out of nowhere.
"Why?" I ask, "Were you considering it?"
"Well, yeah." duh tone from him.

Maybe I should see these as red flags. I don't, though. They are funny thoughts of a seven year old. Thoughts that I used to have. Come to think of it, I still have these thoughts on a regular basis.



Today from the far back of the van, Princess announces: "That's the last time I ever pick my nose. EVER." (said with a hint of regret).
I'm surprised. My kids have picked their noses ever since they first discovered the delightful orafice as babies.
"Did you just pick your nose?" I ask.
"Yes, and it's the last time ever."
Okay. We'll see how long that resolve lasts.



I have a new phone (YAY! Ever since I washed the other phone in the laundry two weeks ago, I've been sans phone). The minute I plugged it in, Lil C zeroed in on it and claimed it as his own. He's quite persistent. He calls it "Hello." All day today I've been bombarded with requests and fits for "Hello." I even found him lying on the couch with "Hello" tucked between his ear and the cushion listening to the dial tone. I'm just grateful I could sneak out of his room at bedtime without having to tuck in "Hello" with him.