In 2016, in true Lyman fashion (my maiden name), my children each on their own planned a gag gift for their sibling. Our son bought his sister underwear. He wanted to have it pop out of the box when she opened it, but Mom couldn’t figure out how to do that. His present? Met with tears by his sister. She was hoping for something much better.
She in turn planned a gift for him, a bag full of rocks to represent coal. Her present was met with laughter. Something tells me that this is only the beginning of many years of gag gifts. Lots of laughter and fun.
Conversations with my son. . .
Our son to his sister- “You know that you are supposed to be annoying me? That’s the whole point of being my little sister.”
A conversation with my son while helping him learn to clean the bathroom better- “Well you know when I go out to sea as a pirate I won’t be cleaning any bathrooms.”
“But don’t you think there are bathrooms on pirate ships?”
“Bathrooms on pirate ships don’t get cleaned Mom.”
My son was figuring up how many years he had left to go to school. He asked how many years he would have to go to college. I told him it depended on what he wanted to be when he grew up. He said, “Well all my life I’ve wanted to be a pirate, since I was a little baby. How many years for that.”
Um….
“They don’t have classes for pirates.”
I was informed by my son that the reason I am horrible at playing Chess is that it takes a lot of thought and I’m not using a lot of thought… I think you may be right.
Conversations with our daughter. . .
My 8 year old wanted to divorce me because I don’t make all her dreams come true… Sorry Sweetheart, that’s not my job.
We had to run into the store before coming home and I really wanted to leave them in the car as I just had to grab a couple of things. They insisted on coming in. My daughter and my son’s service dog were going in different directions. My son, totally oblivious that he was holding up all the traffic in the aisles. I just wanted to go home after a very long day. We were almost done when my daughter looked at me and said, “This is why you didn’t want us to come in, isn’t it.” Yes. Yes, it was. . .
My daughter told my husband she really likes the season that comes after this one.
He replied, “You mean summer?”
She said, no this is summer.
My Alaskan raised daughter had no clue what summer is…. It was currently spring.
I was just informed by my son that the reason Martin Luther King Jr. became so great, was that he was very good when he was little at arguing at the dinner table. I’m hoping he doesn’t take this to heart and decide that the key to his success is arguing at the dinner table…
The kids are being suspiciously quiet… The mental debate begins. How much trouble can they get into? They’re giving me a much-needed break. They’re old enough not to need constant supervision right? There’s no laughter and fun going on right? They’re just being good little kids. . .
My first Sunday teaching the 3-year-olds church class. One refused to speak, one refused to come in, and the other refused to do anything and responded “no” to every question… It was a LONG year…
Happy Holidays!
See you in the new year! Thanks for all your support and hanging in there with me when I have been less than consistent this year. Praying for all the best things for you in the coming year.
Lol ….a pirate!! Love that. I remember when my guys were little and some of their goals. But I have one sonshine ..hahaha; he has always been the one to catch me off guard with his goals or his dream careers. So to let you laugh; here are a couple of instances where I was sure that I had epically failed. One year; he came home from school and loudly announced that he was going to be a “pot of stew” when he grew older. He figured everyone needed to have a little bit of him in their lives. Same child; about 6 months later; loudly proclaimed in the middle of the store that his new life goal was to be a “hooker” ….yeah; that was fun. It is a position on the soccer field; not that anyone within earshot distance knew that one. I have another sonshine that decided that he was going to open a taco/gift stand; and my ever loving daughter decided she was going to be a make up artist for drag queens. Now to date; my sonshine that wanted to be a pot of stew and a or a hooker; he is now an adult; he used to work with people that experiences disabilities; but now he works with teenagers that are struggling with behavioral issues. The Taco kid; well he does mechanical and body repair work; and has 4 children of his own. The daughter; well she is a second year college student; trying to survive the pandemic. I guess my mom was right; they all grow up to be grown folk in the end. Hope you had a good giggle; I know it made me laugh just typing it. oh as a ps …the youngest of my clan; he is trying to figure out how to become famous; so he can be on the masked singer.
Love, love, love this! These are awesome Shannon!