~Mother's Day Conversations~

This is the Mother's Day card Eamon made for me at school. :)

Dear Mom, 

I love you because some times you donet let me do the dishis or fold my close.  You are the gratest Mom at USC!  Thanck you for geting the groshres on Sundays.  It is fun to walck to the park together.   

Love, Eamon

~School Awards Conversations~

Eamon:  "Mommy, I got five awards at school today!"

Me:  "Five? That's awesome! What were the awards for?"

Eamon:  "I got a Smart Cookie Award and I got an award that is a cookie and three others."

Me:  "A cookie award?  Let me see that... Honey, the Smart Cookie Award certificate is stapled to a baggie w/ a cookie in it so I think it's all one thing but it is still cool.  Now tell me about your other aw..."

Eamon:  "No!  The cookie award is different than the Smart Cookie Award."

Me:  "Ok, fine but tell me about your other awards."

Eamon:  *shrugs* "They're in my folder if you want to see but the cookie award is the only one that came with food." 


Even at 6, he definitely has his priorities... ;)


 

~Shaken Present Conversations~

While ogling the two birthday presents left by Meema the last time she visited...

Eamon:  "Mommy?"

Me:  "Yes?"

Eamon:  "I can't wait until it's my birthday so I can open Meema's presents."

Me:  "Yes, that will be really fun."

Eamon:  "Mommy?"

Me:  "Yes?"

Eamon:  "Can I just shake Meema's presents?  I won't open them."

Me:  "Yeah, I guess."

Eamon:  <shaking like crazy>  "Ooh, sounds like Legos.  Uh-oh... Um, mommy?"

Me:  <wondering how he managed to break and/or open the present w/ less than 10 seconds of shaking>  "Yes?"

Eamon:  "I need to show you something."

Brings me the present and points at a corner where there is no wrapping paper (something my mom is famous for!), clearly showing that it is indeed Legos...

Eamon:  *sigh* "Well, now that present's ruined."

As if he wasn't secretly overjoyed to find out he was getting more Legos! ;)

UPDATE:  30 minutes later...

Eamon:  "Mommy, I have a question for you."

Me:  "Ok...?"

Eamon:  "If a present is missing some wrapping paper, is it ok to just go ahead and open it?"

Me:  "No, the person needs to wait until their party to open the present!"

Eamon:  "Ok, I was just wondering."

~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! :)