Thursday, December 17, 2009

Why is Mom C-R-A-Z-Y?


Yesterday Isaac studied the words on the bag he got from World Market.

"Mom, what does G-L-O-B-A-L spell?" he asked from the back seat.
"Global."
"What does global mean?" No problem. I could answer this.

"Ok. What does R-E-T-A-I-L spell?"
"Retail."
"What does..." he started.
"It means shopping," I finished.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Isaac?"
"What does T-H-E-R-A-P-Y spell?"
"Therapy. Speaking of that, I need to make a phone call."
"Mom?"
"Yes, Isaac?"
"What does this spell all together?"
"Uh, Global Retail Therapy."
"What does that mean?"
"It means shopping is fun. Hey, is that Santa out your window?"

Monday, December 14, 2009

Marriage


This is how you get married: you kiss first, then you get married. I think you should be 13 years old to get married.

I am going to marry Jane, because she's pretty. We are going to live in a place called Bangladesh.

I want her to have a rainbow dress.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Dancing with the Stars


The other night Isaac and I were watching "Dancing with the Stars." After a couple of minutes, Isaac asked, "When are the babies coming out?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"When do the babies come? When people dance like THIS, they make babies."

I told him that he was absolutely right, and he should never, ever, dance with a girl.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Thoughts on Santa



I went to see Santa last night with Alex, Dad, and Oliver. Santa asked me, "What do you want for your birthday?" I said, "Something like a dinosaur and a Saurex [Dinosaur Rex?]. Then he said, "What do you want Oliver to get?" I said, "A truck." And then Santa asked Alex, "What do you want?" She wants a doll.

I thought he was a pretend Santa, but someone who was in a white shirt told me that he is the REAL Santa. The white shirt guy told me that Santa's reindeer were up on the roof. But I didn't see them. The place was really tall--like 12 feet tall, so I couldn't see on the roof.

I think he was the real Santa, because I saw him.