~Cheesy Conversations~

Overhearing an odd conversation between Mark and Eamon...

Me:  "What did you say you wanted for your birthday?"

Eamon:  <matter-of-factly>  "A meat and cheese platter."

Me:  "Why...?"

Eamon:  "Because it's good!"

Me:  "Okay... well, what kind of meat and cheese?

Eamon:  <sarcastically>  "A wide variety."

Well, at least my little smart ass has good taste. ;) 

~Milked Conversations~

October 30, 2011 (courtesy of FB memories)
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Morning conversation w/ Eamon when I told him to get the milk out~

Eamon: "Is this the milk w/ fat in it?"

Me: "We're out of 2%. The skim will be fine for you today."

Eamon: "But I need milk w/ fat in it. You and daddy can drink the milk w/o fat b/c you already have lots of fat." 

~(S)Pained Conversations~

October 2013, 2011 (Courtesy of FB memories)

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Today's car conversation w/ Eamon~

Eamon: "My friends grandparents live across the sea and speak Europe."

Me: "You mean they live in Europe? There are a lot of countries in Europe so if they live in Spain they might speak Spanish..."

Eamon: "No, mommy, people in China speak Spanish."
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~Sandwiched Conversations~

October 17, 2014 (courtesy of FB memories)

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It's a dark day in the Wood household:
Eamon just outgrew the kids' meal at Which Wich. :/

And considering the way he wolfed down a 7 inch sub, half a bag of chips, a cookie, and a drink and then said, "Mom, if your sandwich didn't have gross toppings [i.e. banana peppers & sriracha sauce], I would eat the rest of yours too," I know that it won't be long until he's eating a 14 inch sub - in comparison to the half of a 7 inch sub I usually eat!

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~Thor, Jr.~

October 20, 2011 (courtesy of FB memories)

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FYI, friends and family, my son has declared that he shall now be known as Thor, Jr. Also, his father will now be known as Mr. Thor and I should be referred to Mrs. Thor from now on. (And I guess that makes his sister Miss Thor?) Please update our contact info accordingly. ;) 
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~Smashed Conversations~

From October 21, 2011 (courtesy of FB memories)
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Morning conversation w/ Eamon (after having problems w/ an electrical system in our house)

Eamon: *sigh* "I think we should just smash it."

Me: *choking back laughter* "No, honey, I think we'll fix it instead."

Eamon: "We should smash it. And I know where we can get a bunch of hammers."
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Worst Travel(writ)er Ever

Now that we are on Day Five (FIVE?!) of the trip, I guess it's time to update my travel blog.  Why I haven't done this sooner, I don't know.  Oh, perhaps it's because every time I've had my laptop out and a wifi connection, Eamon has been at my elbow asking, "Can I get on?  When can I get on?  So about those video games..."  Also, I think it took me a few days to recover from the trauma of The Toronto Incident, as it shall forever be known.

What, you ask, is The Toronto Incident?  Well, let's just say that in one of my most spectacular travel debacles ever (and there have been quite a few), I [subconsciously] decided that I quite enjoyed the international lounge at Toronto's airport, so much so that Eamon and I spent about 5 hours at the wrong gate in the wrong concourse and nearly missed our flight to London.  Actually, after the slowest, shortest, most non-effective airport shuttle ride ever, we were told that we had in fact missed the flight but after about 10 minutes of tears and ticket agents trying to reroute us, they told us that they might let us on after all, if we felt like running.  I guess the airport gods were sufficiently pleased with our grief and contrition - or the ticket agents just didn't want to bother trying to find us alternate flights.  Needless to say, my "seasoned traveler" image was a bit tarnished after that.  I will say that after running through the airport with a 14.7 pound backpack and a fully-laden purse, I feel like I might be ready for one of Mark's crazy races!

Marti & Eamon, BTTI (before The Toronto Incident)