it's just one of those days.
i read this in the paper this morning. i'm SURE it's really a great learning tool for a very treatable and curable cancer, but all i could think was... LET'S GO FIND OUT WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE A POO! call me crazy, but after waking up at 4 am from insomnia, i was a little slap-happy by 8 am.
especially after last night. t had just gotten done saying goodnight to the kids when he came down to the living room where i was raptly focused on american idol. thank goodness for tivo and being able to pause live tv, because it took me awhile to recover from what he said.
"you'll never believe what s said to me."
apparently, she had told t that something stank in her bedroom. she put her fingers up to either side of her nose (smell meter) and took a big whiff. "it smells like old coins," she said. "i think it's your breath, daddy. it smells like old coins and poop."
when he told me this, i was laughing so hard that i literally could NOT catch my breath, and tears were streaming down my face. old coins? poop?! where does she come up with this stuff? it just hit me in a really strange way, and i've been laughing ever since.
by the way, he told her that he'd go brush his teeth immediately, and would never again eat old coins and poop for dinner. i have a funny feeling that this one will live on as a family legend. any of you have similar family legends?
and this one-eyed giant greets us when we walk into the garage.
then, t decided to take the kids to the chatham county fair in pittsboro. it's a complete rip-off, almost $4 per crappy little ride. but hey, it was fun, and it was something to do. all the fair photos were taken with his iphone, btw.
they both got to try their hand at milking a "doot," more commonly known as a goat. "doot" is what h called 'em when he was a tiny little guy.
they got home and got ready for bed. s fell fast asleep while h buried his nose in harry potter until he got sleepy. the phone rang, and it was the people that run the fair. guess what? they had some door prizes and h won a brand-new bike and matching helmet. t jumped back in the car to retrieve it, and before h went to sleep he got to see the shiny new bike. i'll bet he had sweet dreams, 'cause at 7 am sunday morning he was ready for a ride. he and i, along with jane (the dog who loves to herd bikes), took a spin around the block to test it out. luckiest kid on the planet, huh?
