the conversations we have.....

Driving home from gymnastics on Wednesday.....

H: Hey Mom, if you're not dead when I finish college, will you help me build a rocketship??
Me: Uhhhhh........ dead???
H: Yeah! If you're not dead, will you?
Me: Why on earth would I be dead? I'm not THAT old and I don't think you'll be in college that long!! I won't be dead!!
H: WHATEVER! Will you help me or NOT?
Me: Uhhhh..... sure. but I'll probably have to go back to college with you to learn how to do that, cuz Mommy's smart and all but you have to study all kinds of things. blah blah"

A BURSTS into tears, absolutely sobbing. I ask her what's wrong.

A: But if you all go to the moon, WHO WILL STAY HOME WITH ME????

Where is the logic, people?????? Mind you, I suppose this makes sense after a conversation on the way TO gym..... We drove past a cemetary.

H: Hey, are there lots of people buried in the graveyard?
A: Buried? Or MARRIED??? <>
H: Married? Who gets married in a cemetary?
A: MOMMY would! Right Mommy? Would you get married in a cemetary? There would be lots of people there!!! <>
Me: Uhhhhh...... lemme call Daddy!!

When you consider that these are the kinds of conversations that make up the bulk of my day, it's a wonder I'm sane at all. Or am I?

Halloween

Yep, late as usual.



H as Glinda the Good Witch. I hated sewing this costume. The damn satin kept shredding at the seams despite being serged. H stuck her finger through one of the bodice seams when she tried it on and then put her elbows through the sleeves when she wore it to the Harvest Fest.... which then necessitated my taking the sleevs off and replacing them with entirely new ones. However, she did end up winning third prize in a costume contest and SHE loved the costume, which is really all that matters.

A as Dorothy. Yes, I am biased, but I think she makes a most excellent Dorothy! Her costume was MUCH easier than her sister's!!

Last but not least, the Short One as Elvis. now THIS costume I thoroughly enjoyed making, despite all the finicky parts! Sure I burned the snot out of my fingertips putting on all the studs, stones, and stars, and I learned things like you can't wash buckram (now how stupid is that), but all in all, it was fun. and it was even more fun taking him out in it!

His guitar also doubled as a treat bag (there is an opening and a strap you can't see), but her refused to use it as such once he got the lovely TRU bag from the giveaway Halloween afternoon.