Not a good suprise

I'm in the kitchen making dinner. McCoy and Coleman come in from outside declaring,"Mom! We have a suprise for you! Stick out your hand." I stick out my hands thinking they brought me a flower or a pretty leaf or some other thing they know I like. Bad descision #1 "Don't look," says McCoy. I don't. Bad descision #2. He drops it, I look...I scream. There sits a fat, ugly, dirty worm. I fling it across the kitchen. My boys go into hysterical fits of laughter. Ahhh, the joys of raising boys.

Really?

My 5yr old, McCoy, asked me this today in total sincerity," Mom, from now on do you want me to call you woman or mom? I'm thinking woman?" I don't know if I'll ever get this one raised well.

not a sporting event

Yesterday we called the kids into watch the last session of conference. We had watched the three previous sessions and the last was getting ready to begin. They all came meandering in and finding "their" spots on the floor. McCoy sits down by our feet, looks at the tv, then looks and us and says, "We're watching General Conference?". Yes. "Again?" I'm just beginning to say,"Are you serious?" when I saw the light come on in his eyes and he says," Oh yeah. That was halftime." :) We cracked up. Love that kid.