~Bagged Conversations~

While prepping for the school day...

Mark:  "Eamon, which lunch bag do you want to take?  The USC one or the Westwood one?"

Eamon:  "Westwood."

Mark:  "Yeah, that one seems to have a little more insulation..."

Eamon:  "No, it makes a better robot voice sound when I wave it in front of my mouth when I'm talking."

Mark:  "You have very weird criteria for choosing a lunch bag."

Eamon:  "Yeah."

~Fashionable Conversation~

While doing some Christmas shopping today...

Me:  "Eamon, don't I look cute in my new yoga pants?!"

Eamon:  "Mmph."

Me:  "Come on!  They've got unicorns and rainbows on them and I do look cute in them!"

Eamon:  "Mmph."

Me:  <teasing>  "Ok, now is when you're supposed to say, 'You're the most beautiful mom in the world'!"

Eamon:  "Mmph."

Me:  <still teasing>  "Ok, if I'm not the most beautiful mom in the world, who could possibly be more beautiful than me?"

Eamon:  <matter-of-factly>  "A fashion stylist."

He couldn't tell me what a fashion stylist looks like, does, or wears but, he was certain they must be beautiful. ;) 

~Randomized Conversations~

Realizing that Eamon had added something to his chore chart on the refrigerator...

Me:  "Did you write, "EAT," on your list of chores?!"

Eamon:  "Yep."

Me:  "So eating is now one of your daily chores?"

Eamon:  "Yep."

Me:  "Of course it is..."

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On the way to gymnastics...

Eamon:  "You know, I knew that I was smart even back when I was a little kid."

Me:  "Oh, yeah?  And how did you know that?"

Eamon:  "When I was in daycare, the other kids and I would ask each other math problems."

Me:  "And that's how you knew you were smart?"

Eamon:  "Well, we'd ask ourselves questions like 10+10 and 40+40 and they were really hard at first but then, as we got smarter, the questions got easier."

Me:  "Uh-huh..."

It's times like this I feel like Westley from The Princess Bride talking to Vizzini:  "Truly, you have a dizzying intellect..."  

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After bringing the car to a sudden stop in stop-and-go traffic...

Eamon:  <rude bodily noise>  "Wow, that just scared all the gas out of me!"

Me:  *sigh*  <rolls window down>

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~Car Ride Conversations~

While in the car last night with Mema & Erica, driving around to see Christmas lights...

Eamon:  <forgetting that he's all tough and manly, leans over to snuggle with me in the back seat>

Erica:  "Aww, that's so cute!"

Me:  "Watch this:  Eamon, I love you!"

Eamon:  <realizing his sensitive side is showing, he quickly pulls back to his side of the car>  "Ew, gross!"

Me:  <to Erica>  "Yeah, he doesn't usually show affection when you want him to.  You have to say things like 'bodily fluids,' 'flatulence, 'gas' to get him to show any interest."

Me:  <to Eamon>  "Eamon, gas!"

Eamon:  <earnestly>  "I can't right now.  I'm not loaded."

Me:  <laughing hysterically>  "It wasn't a command!"

~Theatric Conversations~

After finding out about an upcoming daycamp for kids...

Me:  "Eamon, guess what?!  My school is holding a theatre camp for kids your age over winter brea..."

Eamon:  "No."

Me:  "Wait, listen to what they're going to have going on:  take-home craft..."

Eamon:  "No."

Me:  "Musical theatre..."

Eamon:  "No."

Me:  "Creative dramatics..."

Eamon:  "No."

Me:  "Hip-hop dance lessons..."

Eamon:  "No."

Me:  "A snack and a drink..."

Eamon:  "N... wait, what kind of drink?"


Priorities are important - and we know what Eamon's are! ;) 

By the way, Mark tried to convince him that the snacks would be beer and pretzels because he said that's what theatre people eat.  However, I'm pretty sure theatre people are more likely to eat wine and cheese!

~Six Inch Conversations~

When Eamon found out that we were going to eat lunch at Rowan's Subway today...

Eamon:  <hopefully>  "Can I please have my own 6 inch sub?!  You said I could the last time we went there!"

Me:  <knowing that the kids' meal battle has been lost forever and envisioning more and more of my paycheck slipping away for food purchases> "Yes, fine, you can have a 6 inch sub."

Eamon:  "WOOHOOO!  I'm gonna' have a six inch salami and pepperoni sub all to myself! When are we going?"

Me:  "We'll go there in about an hour."

Eamon:  "Great!  I'm just going to make myself some peanut butter crackers to hold me over until then."

Me:  "You just had breakfast!  And then a smoothie!  You can't wait an hour until lunch?!"

Eamon:  "Nope."

Maybe now that Rowan's a workin' gal, she can steal - er, bring home - food from her job to support her brother's habit. ;)  

Double the meat and minus the veggies 

and Eamon would be happy! ;)

~Cut-day Conversations~

Picnicking and hiking were the order of the day since Eamon and I were both out of school.  We decided to hit Which Wich up for some easy-to-take sandwiches but then a horrible realization dawned on me... Eamon had outgrown the kids' meal!

Me:  "Ok, now with the 7 inch sub, I usually just eat half and save the other half for later so you can do that too since it's probably going to be too much for you."

Eamon:  <looking blankly at me as he shovels in chips>  "Nah, I'm just going to eat the whole thing now."

Me:  "What?!  Are you sure?  Because I think you'll be full since you also have half a bag of chips, a cookie, and a drink."

Eamon:  <steadily eating> "No, I won't be full."

Minutes later...

Me:  "I can't believe you at all of that!"

Eamon:  "I would eat the other half of your sandwich too if it didn't have gross toppings on it [i.e. banana peppers and sriracha sauce]."

Me:  <worriedly> "I am in so much trouble once you hit puberty."

Later at the state forest...

Me:  "Which trail do you want to take?"

Eamon:  <looking excitedly at the map>  "Let's take the take the bike trail because it says it's more difficult!"

Me:  "If you're sure..."

Eamon:  "Yes, because you know I'm like a baby mountain goat!  Let's GO!  Get behind me because I'm the map navigator!  YAAYYY!"

Forty-five minutes later...

Eamon:  <moaning> "Is it almost over?  I can't believe you took me here.  I could be home on the futon right now watching TV."

So much for my baby-mountain-goat map-navigator!  He did persevere through the whole two hour hike though!  ;)  (He wants everyone to know that the sign estimated our trail taking two and a half hours, which we completed in just two hours!)