I've got to get this down before I forget it. I just had an amusing conversation with the boys on the drive home from Parents' Night earlier this evening.
Curly says, rather grumpily, "Mommy, I'm mad at you."
I respond, "Oh really? Why are you mad at me?"
"Because I'm mad at you."
Well that was enlightening. "Are you a little mad or a lot mad?"
In a gruff voice, "I'm three mads, no, three, four, five mads."
So I say, "I'm sorry to hear that. But guess what?"
No guessing from the back seat.
"I love you!"
Still nothing from Curly. But it gets a laugh out of Slim.
"I love you when you're mad. I love you when you're happy ..."
In a frustrated voice, Curly interrupts, "No, I'm happy. I'm mad!"
And then, Slim interjects, "But your 'I love you' ran away."
"Huh?" I'm puzzled.
"Mom, take your 'I love you' out of your mouth", Slim commands nicely, if you can command in a nice way.
I say, "I love you" out loud and make a show of reaching in my mouth as though I'm taking the words out and then I pass them back to Slim.
Slim shouts, "Boo!" at my hand. "I scared your 'I love you' away and now it ran to Texas."
With indignant laughter I tell him, "You can't scare my love away!"
"Yup, I did. The 'I love you' is in Texas eating, and drinking, and playing."
And now I want to turn this whole conversation into a book. I won't, but I want to.