ABOUT ME

About me: I'm 40 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 8-year-old Junior, our 5-year-old Everett, our baby and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

"Ewwww, ewwww, eeewww." Alternate title: There are owls in Massachusetts, right?

Junior: "Mommy, I didn't get any sleep last night."

Chuck: "I knew this would happen if he spent the night at your mother's. He was probably overtired. She probably put him to bed at 11."

Me: "If he hadn't spent the night, we wouldn't have been able to sleep in this morning when kid two took his morning nap..."

Chuck: "What happened, pal? Why couldn't you sleep?"

Junior: "There were so many owls! They kept me up all night. Stupid owls!"

Chuck: "We don't say stupid, remember?"

Me: "Owls? Owls, honey? Are you sure?"

Chuck: "Yah, owls?"

Junior: "They kept going 'Ooooooh. Oooooooh. Oooooooh.' All night, Mommy!"

Chuck: "Hold on. Was it a 'Whoooooo' or an 'Ooooooooooh'?"

Junior: "Like this: 'Ooooooooooooh. Oooooooooooh'. All night. It kept me up!"

Me: "Oh, God. If he's talking about what I think he's talking about I'm going to puke."

Chuck: "Are you sure they went 'Oooooooooooooh'?"

Junior: "Yes!"

Me: "But they're in their seventies! Can you even...?"

Chuck: "Thank you Viagra."

Me: "I'm going to throw up now."

Chuck: "Me too. How stupid can you—"

Junior: "Don't say stupid, Daddy!"

11 comments:

Pricilla said...

Owl calls vary....
And they can go at it all night.
Owls I mean.
heh

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Matt Conlon said...

"No, Junior. They weren't Owls, those were ghosts."

Vancouver's Enviro Girl said...

Ooo, boy, that spam comment is so badly timed that I ALLMOST laughed at it more than this post. Almost.

Stephanie in Suburbia said...

Oh my gosh! That is too hilarious! I find it adorable that he immediately assumed owls, though. That's somehow less awkward, right?

Sparkling said...

yeah. we have owls here in MA. they must have followed us on vacation one time. and they must have been trying to catch prey. because they were sure banging around a lot in my parents' bedroom in the motorhome! my parents said they were "killing a bug"

judemiller1 said...

I say "YAY for your Mom"!!!

Mama Badger said...

Ah, man. With their grandson in the next room? You know you need to give it a rest when you're keeping the GRANDkids up at night...

The Mother said...

Owls. It was definitely owls. If the alternative is to explain grandparent sex to your kid, then owls it is.

Brittney said...

Hahaha Im literally laughing out loud! Eww!

Jeanne said...

Snort.

My daughter apparently has the same rule about the word "stupid." The whole time she was here, Harper kept telling me, "Don't say 'stupid.' It's a bad word."

I know a lot worse ones and I prefer to concentrate my energies on not sharing those.