Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Stir in Some Crazy
(Yes, that's a child's knife Grayson's using to diabolically draw some sort of blueprint in the carpet. Don't worry. It was clean.)
Okay people, we are officially going stir crazy here. I know that because after listening to WTOP's roof collapsing advisory (because we're 90) my husband, Grayson, Abby and I are having conversations like this:
Lunch Time at Kitchen Table-
Me: Honey, should we worry about our roof?
Grayson: (alarmed) What did you said to Daddy?
Husband: Ummm. Hmmm.
Me: (Oh My God. We're all gonna die.)
Grayson: What Daddy? What is it? What Daddy? What is...?
Interrupting Me: Maybe we should worry about our roof.
Grayson: Mommy? Are you going to worry Daddy on our roof? What is it?
Husband: Did you know, that is a specialized field? There are certain sized pieces of lumber that are specifically designed to go on roofs in that region of the world. Say, like our roof....
Abby: GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- Pbpbpbpbp!
Me: What was that, Honey? Do you think they put special lumber on our roof?
Grayson? What is it? MOMMY!? WHAT IS PESHILE LUMBR?
Husband: Well, like in arid areas they would put....
Me: (Oh My God. What day is it? How long have we been in here?) Honey. I can't hear you. I stopped hearing you somewhere between Grayson freaking out and Abby speaking Lebanese. I'm so sorry.
Husband: Look, I see the sun!
Grayson: Mommy, what is LebChinese?
Me: Awesome. Peanut butter in your ears, Abby. How does that even happen?
(Warning: Do NOT click on this picture or else you'll never be able to eat Ramen Noodles ever again. Trust me here.)