Mom can be funny, too

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Andrew: Where did the Chicago (Snack) Mix come from?
Mom: Let me tell you what happened. I was sitting here by the fire pit minding my own business when a gnome came hopping down the street. He stopped by here, took off his big hat, and pulled out this bag of Chicago Mix. He handed it to me and said, "Eat all the caramel corn before the kids get home." Then he put his hat back on his head and hopped off down the street.
Andrew: Nana brought it, didn't she?
Mom: Party pooper.

Ewww! Gross!

Caleb and I were having a goofy "competition." He was trying to gross me out, and I was responding with things he detests.
Caleb: Pumpkin Pie!
Mom: Eww! MUSTARD!
Caleb: Moths!
Mom: Earwigs!
Caleb: Gavin staying awake all night for weeks!
Mom: You win.

Snack time!

(Frustrating) Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Gavin: Can I ha snack?
Mom: Yes, you can have a snack. What do you want for a snack?
Gavin: Snack.
Mom: Okay. What do you want to eat?
Gavin: Snack.
Mom: What do you want to eat?
Gavin: I want a snack.

Well, duh. He wants a snack. He must be Ken's boy - *what* he eats doesn't matter as much as the fact that he *does* eat.

Gesundheit!

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Kristi (in a disgusted tone): "Dad! My cat just sneezed on my feet!"
Nathan: "That's good! 'They' say it's good luck when a cat sneezes on your feet!"
Everyone in the room looks at Nathan incredulously.
Nathan: "What?!? I had to make her feel better about it!"

That kid just cracks me up. Always has.

Labels, labels

Conversation in Scrivnerburg:
Andrew to Gavin: "You're a stinky pants!"
Nathan: "Hey! No need for name-calling!"
Mom: "That's not name-calling, that's labeling."
Nathan: "You make a good point."

We amuse me.

Master Manipulator

I've been traveling all day with my husband and my brother.
Quote of the day from my brother Michael:
We are not troublemakers. I would never encourage that.

He continues...
I just manipulate the trouble that's already there.

Happy 4th of July!

A Scrivnerburg Postulate:
If Gavin holds an object it becomes his.
Therefore, if he carries the hamburger buns in from the car they become his own personal property, suitable for play, cuddles, and leaving on the floor.
This has been a public service announcement.

On a related note - we need more hamburger buns.