~Loose Tooth Conversations~

A little while after a traumatic loose tooth incident this morning...

Me:  "Eamon, please help me put away at the groceries."

Eamon:  "But my stomach hurts."

Me:  "Your stomach always hurts when it's time to help around the house."

Eamon:  "But this time it really does.  I think it's b/c I can't drink anything until my tooth comes out."

Me:  "That silly rule you made up will not keep you from having to help around the house."

Eamon:  *sigh* "Ok.  Well, then can I have something to drink?" 


And I should also mention that he decided that one of several of his tooth-pulling attempts should occur while we were in line at the grocery store and I was trying to pay and get the grocery bags in the cart! 

~Puppet Conversations~

Out of the blue while driving in the car...

Eamon: "I don't like puppets b/c when you put your fingers in them, their mouths open and they have really sharp teeth."

Me: "Honey, puppets don't have teeth."

Eamon: "Yes, they do."

Mark: "Ok, the basic thing you need to remember is that puppets are just full of stuffing, nothing that can hurt you."

Eamon: "They're not stuffed, they're made of wood."

Mark: "Ok, regardless of the type of puppet, they have no muscles or brains so they can't hurt you."

Eamon: "They do have brains and they're made of plastic inside wood."

Us: *SIGH*


Suddenly his near-nervous-breakdown during the field trip to the marionette theatre two years ago makes a lot more sense! ;)

~Head Injury Conversations~

After receiving yet another call about Eamon hitting his head during his afterschool program (2nd time in two weeks)...

Me: "You hit your head again? You have got to start paying more attention to your surroundings so you don't do that anymore!  I would really like your head to stay dent-free."

Eamon: *sigh* "Ok, I'll try."

Several minutes later, after arriving home...

Eamon: <jumping onto kitchen counter> "Ow, I hit my head..."

~Dog Conversations~

As we were driving home from Ziggy's yearly vet visit...

Eamon:  "What's a heartworm and how does it get inside a dog anyway?"

Us:  <trying to explain it in 6 yr old terms and failing miserably>

Eamon:  "Well, I think it just crawls in through the dog's butt." 


Btw, Ziggy passed her heartworm test w/ flying colors so no worries! :)

~Cupcake Conversations~

As Rowan was preparing to make cupcakes for a late Mother's Day present...

Mark: "Ok, babe, what can I do to help?"

Rowan:  "Nothing.  Just keep me company and DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING!"

Eamon:  <creeping over to whisper to dad> "TOUCH EVERYTHIIIIIIIIIING!"

~Tea Time Conversations~

While drinking tea to help with his sore throat and cough

Eamon:  "Mmm, tea leaf juice is cool.  And tasty!  What flavor is this?"

Me:  "Chammomile-Honey-Vanilla."

Eamon:  "Cool.  What other flavors of tea do they have?"

Me:  "More like what flavors don't they have... Um, let's see fruit tea, Thai tea, Chai tea, black tea, caramel truffle, Early Grey... and a whole bunch more that I can't think of."

Eamon:  "Awesome!  But how do mashed up tea leaves make tea?"

Me:  *sigh* "We're going to be here for a while..."

~Sick Day Conversations~

After a sleepless night thanks to Eamon's croupy cough...

7:30am

Eamon:  <with barely audible raspy throat>  "Mommy, I still don't feel good.  Can I lay down with you for a while?"

10:30am

Eamon:  <literally bouncing from futon to ceiling to futon to floor and back>  "Mommy, let's go shopping!!!  I have money and I want to buy Lego Bionicles!!"

11:30am

Trying to get out of the house for the Dr's appointment...

Me:  "Eamon, what is taking so long?  We're going to be late.  Please hurry!" 

Eamon:  <literally flowing like molasses on his belly down the stairs>  "I'm just so tired.  You know I didn't get much sleep last night."