Devon: I need some gloves, Mommy! Go get me some gloves! Go to the store right now! I'll wait right here until I get some!
Mommy: I can't just leave you here by the side of the road. If you got lost I would look and look and I might not find you!
The cold is making us trot out some new rules. to reinforce them, we say horrible things to our children.
Mommy: Keep your socks on or your feet will turn black and fall off!
Carrie: No! I do NOT want my feet to turn black and FALL OFF!
Stella (sitting on the couch with Carrie and Devon) is working on a loose tooth this week. It's hanging by a thread and bleeding like crazy. Devon's never seen a loose tooth before and he's reacting to it.
Devon: Mommy, brush my teeth!
Mommy: It's three in the afternoon, Devon! Why do you need your teeth brushed?
Devon: We don't want my teeth to rot out of my head, do we?
Several times a day we brush his teeth at his request. Finally, we figured out that he thinks Stella's teeth are rotting out of her head because she doesn't brush them. Where did he get the idea that his teeth would rot out of his head if he doesn't take care of them? From Mommy and Daddy, who were tired of holding him down nightly to brush his teeth. Why do we say such horrible things to our children? Because, if he's inherited Mommy's dental genes, they are true.
They still enjoyed waking Daddy up to open presents on Christmas morning.
Several gifts were very pointedly "car friendly", looking ahead to the drive to Maryland.