After Caro's devastating loss, I'm hugging my boys a little tighter tonight. It makes their silly moments all the more special. And I'm an equal opportunity blogger, so since I talked about Ten yesterday, I have to tell you the silly things Seven said today.
He walked in when I was cooking dinner (okay, busted, I was heating up leftovers that Dan cooked last night). Just so you know, there had been no prior discussion of zombies, so this came from clear out of the blue.
Seven:"Hey, Mom, I know how to catch zombies and it's a lot easier than you might think.
Me: Really? Wow. So tell me, how do you catch a zombie?
Seven: Easy. All you gotta do is grab them, then drag them near a volcano, and throw them right in.
Then while we were eating dinner, Ten was complaining about his spaghetti.
Ten: Aw man, marinara. I wanted alfredo sauce.
Me: You should be grateful for what you have. There are some kids who are going hungry tonight because their parents can't afford to buy food for them.
Ten: (mumbling) Well they can have my spaghetti.
Me: Again, sweetums, you should be grateful that you have a hot meal in a warm house and stop complaining. You have a fairly charmed existence.
Ten: Yeah, and I'm lucky because my friends get grounded all the time.
Me: And you've never been grounded in your life, so you really have nothing to complain about.
Seven: (singing loudly) "Li-ife's been good to me so faaaar!"
Yes, my Seven year old is singing Joe Walsh, so clearly I'm doing something right with this whole parenting gig.
Well, their father is, anyway. He's the musician. And the chef.