What's for dinner?

So, the age old questions:

"When is Dad going to be home?"
and
"What's for dinner?"

I told the kids I was craving good hamburgers, and so I texted dad and he was going to bring home five guys.

"He's bringing home five guys?" Sierra questioned.

Spencer laughed and turned to the baby and said in a cute voice, "Is dad dating five different guys?"

Silly children.

Fail blog

On our vacation this summer, we took a scenic and very winding road to get to an evening show at Mount Rushmore.  We saw a ton of deer, and we loved the view of the four presidents through several tunnels.  Spencer, however, did not like it quite so much, since he ended up getting car sick.

After stopping to clean up, find him something clean to wear, air out the car, etc., we were slowly back on our way.  Spencer was trying to make the best of it, and suggested that maybe he should write a letter to the President of the United States, telling him that there should be a requirement for roads to have less curves in them, thus preventing his car sickness.  Someone else suggested that he start a blog about it.  At that suggestion, Samuel (age 8) said something to the effect of, "Yeah, that would be a FAIL blog!"  We all got a kick out of his quick wit. :)

(David is convinced he blogged this previously, but I promise he never did.  I remember, because I asked him to, and I was annoyed when he never did it, but it wasn't worth making a fuss over.  Here is how I remember it.)

Birds, Bees, and Lice?

[Dad is combing baby lice out of Spencer's hair that have recently hatched from nits that he missed combing out on Sunday.]

Sam: (eyeing a baby louse) "So the baby ones can't lay eggs?"

Dad: "Nope, not until they grow up. And I assume that there would also need to be a male and a female adult to end up laying eggs."

[awkward pause, Spencer thinking]

Spencer: "And all of this is going on in my hair?"

[all of us laughing]

Spencer: "When a mommy louse and a daddy louse love each other very much..."

Yep, he's 12!

Where's the deck?

I told 4-year-old Simon that I was going out on the deck at the condo to watch the lightening, and wondered if he wanted to come. He said yes and took my hand. As we walked, he asked "Where's the dick?" I thought 11-year-old Spencer would die laughing.