~Salted Conversations~

On a recent visit to Rowan's Subway...

Me:  "Ok, I'll buy everyone ONE cookie.  Eamon, what kind do you want?"

Eamon:  "Gingerbread.  And these sea salt and vinegar potato chips."

Me:  "What?!  You've never had those and you don't even like stuff like that!"

Eamon:  <eyes glazed over with longing>  "I know but I think I really would like them now."

Me:  "You can either have the chips or the cookie, not both."

Eamon:  <resolutely>  "Ok.  Then I'll take the chips."

Me:  <surprised>  "Alright."

Later in the car...

Eamon:  <rapturously>  "These are so good!"

Me:  "Glad you like them."

Eamon:  "Um, mommy, can I have some water?"

Me:  "Sure, here you go."

Eamon:  "It's important to stay hydrated while you're eating these kinds of chips or you could get deyhydrated."

Me:  "Um, I guess..."

Mark:  <talking to Eamon>

Eamon:  "Uh, huh... <sadly>  My chips are almost gone."

Mark:  "Did you hear me?"

Eamon:  "I'm just going to stick my face in the bag so I can inhale their scent even though they're gone now."


My boy and his obsession with food.  I can't even imagine what the teenage years will bring. ;)

~Conversations With Husbands~

Christmas-Eve Eve

Me:  "So you're going to use the smoker to cook the Christmas chicken tomorrow?"

Mark:  "Yeah, it'll be fine."

Me:  <worriedly>  "Has anything really ever been successfully cooked with that smoker?

Mark:  <confidently>  "Yeah, I've done it a thousand times!"

Me:  <with certainty>  "You have not!"

Mark:  "Well, it was at least twice."

A thousand times, two times... really, who's counting? Oh, right, the wife!  ;) 

Let's hope this isn't what our X-mas chicken will look like. ;)

~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!