If I keep blogging every weekend about what is going on, Monday’s blogs are going to suck and be much less fascinating to read. However, I am determined to finish what I started *coughNAcoughBLOcoughPOcoughMO* even if it kind of seems like I’m paddling alone, in the dark, surrounded by anacondas that don’t want none unless you got buns, hon! and jellyfish.
However, I felt a need to address two things today. First, I’ve noticed a lot of people in my area driving around with their back windows down. Not the windows to the back seats, but the ones to the cargo areas. I don’t know what the F those are called, but it doesn’t matter, because they’re going to die from carbon monoxide inhalation. My PSA for the moment: if you must drive with your back windows/glass/whatever open, crack a freaking window somewhere else in your car, idiot. If you can’t do that, then I respectfully request that when you pass out, you are close to an open field where your car will non-violently come to a stop while you die.
The second important Saturday thing is this: I have twins and the “twin skin” to prove it. I usually don’t play the “Twin” card, or find them much more adorable than their individual selves allow. Yes, they’re twins, but twins are people too! Today, though, as we were driving through a parking lot, after buying vegemite (yum, yeast paste), Dozer said, “Wook! She gots TWO babies!” and she pointed to a woman with, yes, twins. I said, “yes, they’re twins, like you and?” expecting her to joyfully say, “MARY SUNSHINE!”
She didn’t. So, I explained further that she and Sunshine were twins.
Dozer has, for the past year, claimed that she is a boy, and therefore she responded, “I not a twin, I a boy.”
Now, completely determined to educate my 4 year old daughters about reproduction, I said that boy/girl twins were possible because all that “twin” meant was that they were born together, “just like when you and Sunshine were in my tummy.”
3 second pause.
“YOU CAN’T EAT ME!” she screamed.
I, also, cannot argue with that logic. Freakin’ Virgos.
7:07 pm on November 21st, 2009
Mine also think I ate them, only they got sanctimonious about it, cause they’re guys and think they know more than me. “It not good to eat babies, Mama.”
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Melia Reply:
November 22nd, 2009 at 10:12 pm
Well, really, they have a point. Imagine the germs and other cooties, especially from boys.
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3:31 pm on November 22nd, 2009
My now 5 yo son spent 3 years insisting he wasn’t a boy he was a “grill” until the day he realized that girls were missing something. Now he’s happy to be a boy–with his “toys”.
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Melia Reply:
November 22nd, 2009 at 10:13 pm
I’m ok with Dozer being a boy. I thought, for a while, it was because she was trying to separate herself from Sunshine, but now I think that maybe she’s just a boy, like she said. I wonder if I can teach her to pee standing up.
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4:26 pm on November 22nd, 2009
I just spat out my tea…lol. That is hilarious!! Umm…not so bright of people to leave that cargo window open…wow.:(
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Melia Reply:
November 22nd, 2009 at 10:14 pm
People are kind of dumb. Even the dog in the back of one of those vehicles was looking at me like, “Uh, do you see this? And they yell at me for eating poo.”
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4:39 pm on November 22nd, 2009
Omg that’s awesome! And…..only in the grocery store, huh?
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Melia Reply:
November 22nd, 2009 at 10:15 pm
Every parking lot is a freak show if you wait long enough.
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5:59 pm on April 26th, 2010
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