Chainsaws and Fudgsicles

My favorite entertainment venue is the crazy stuff my kids say. And then the challenge is to remember it all so that I can get home and write it for you.

I was yelling like crazy for Grant to come inside from playing all afternoon. It was gorgeous outside and we like to give him the freedom now to run around the neighborhood with the other kids. "GREEEAAAANTTTTT!!!!!!!" I screamed, sweatpants a little too tight, hair all pony-tailed and disheveled, standing in the front driveway in my socks. He finally showed up, so cool that he's been hanging out with the guys, licking a fudgsicle. "Mom," he says. "The ice cream guy is even weirder looking this year." That's when you know its finally Spring.

Then we're sitting around on the couch and the younger two have decided to skip Spring and Summer altogether and are already working on Halloween. "I'm going to have a chain-saw," says my adorable sweet-voiced 4-year old daughter. "Yeah, she's going to be a whore," adds her almost even sweeter-voiced 6-year old brother Spencer.

Woah! Did I just hear what I thought I heard? "A what?" I pleaded for a new box of q-tips. "A Horr-or," Spencer clarified. "You know, someone who goes around and kills people."

(Whew!)"Oh, is that all," I said. "Mia just wants to go around with a chainsaw and kill people. Hmmmm."

"Don't worry, Mom," Mia chimes in with her sweet princess voice, twinkle in her eye. "It won't be a real chainsaw."

Thank goodness I have a few months. I need to save up for the fake child's chainsaw and at the same time, buy a steady stream of over-priced fudgsicles from the even weirder ice cream man.