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Are you going to write about that in your blog? That is actually a question that I hear from my son, In fact, once while watching my daughter have an enormous melt-down, he goes over to the family desktop. He starts pretending to type. I asked him what he was doing. He told me that he was writing on his blog. “What are you writing?” “About baby, she’s acting hilarious. I have to tell the world”.

So that gives you an idea of my children’s understanding of the online world. This has expanded greatly since they discovered iCarly on Netflix. They love, Love, LOVE that show. So much so that I caught my son trying to log onto his dad’s laptop. When I asked him what he was doing, he told me that he wanted to go to iCarly.com. I asked him why. He told me that he wanted to write a letter telling them how much he loved the show. I told him that he was not allowed to go online but if he would write a letter, I would send it to them.

So that’s what he did:

Hi Carly. Hi Sam. I love your show. I seen every single episode. You guys are cool and amzing.

You’re tully love your show,

That sign-off translates to: Yours truly. Love your show,

Then my daughter wanted in. She tried to write it and then she was helped by her dad. Basically, she held the pencil while her dad wrote but she did sign her name.

So Carly and Sam, if you’re reading this, my kids love you. I fear the days wherein my son actually has his own blog are not far off. I can’t wait to see his view of me as a mother — just kidding. I can wait for that forever.

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I had so much fun sharing the crazy things that my kids had to say that I thought I would share a little more of the wisdom I receive daily.

Seemingly after seeing a commercial, my daughter calls me into the living room.

Little Diva: Mommy! Mommy!

Me: (tripping as I ran in because obviously it’s an emergency) What, baby? What’s wrong?

LD: You need to get hanes.

Me: (catching my breath) What?

LD: You need to get hanes.

Me: Hanes? What’s hanes, baby?

LD: Hanes. Panties. They won’t ride up.

Whether that is a statement on my panty lines, I do not know. It seems, however, that this was of deep concern for her.

From my Sonny-Bunny comes this perspective on growing up.

SB: Mommy, I’m eight now.

Me: I know. You’re growing up so fast!

SB: I know! I’m half an adult.

Me: Really, half an adult? Don’t rush growing up, buddy.

SB: Well, now that I think of it, I’m really half a teenager.

The other night, we were all out for dinner and without any previous prompting, my daughter announced:

“Mommy and Daddy, if you were killed by a Bad Guy, I would be really angry.”

(Good to know, right?)

She furthered… “I would become a Super-hero and I would fight them!”

So watch out, Bad Guys, a new angry Super-hero is waiting in the wings!

And that’s my shot of wisdom to start your week off right. Tune in for future wisdom.

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Words of Wisdom from the lunchbox set, otherwise known as my Little Diva and my Sonny-Bunny.

Little Diva: Mommy, I know why you have too many purses?

Me: Why is that, baby?

LD: Because you buy too much!

Sonny-Bunny: Mommy, I love you. I love you more than… the dog.

I asked my son a yes or no question (I can’t even remember what the question was. Instead of simply saying “no”, he decided to get clever. He answered, “the N-word” (To be clear — as opposed to “the Y word” He literally said “the N word, Mommy”.) As I stifled my giggles, I suggested that he just stick with a simple “no”.

Sonny-Bunny: Mommy, we learned to use Boggle today.

Mommy: Boggle? You mean the game? You learned how to play Boggle?

Sonny-Bunny: No, Mommy. You know.. on the computer. You type in words. Boggle.

Mommy: Oh, it’s a computer version of Boggle. Mommy likes that game.

Sonny-Bunny: No, Mommy! You know. You type in words. When you want to find things on the computer. You know… Boggle!

Mommy: Oh! Do you mean, Google?

Sonny-Bunny: Yeah, Google. That’s what I meant. Google.

I tried to get my kids to go bike riding with me. It was the first cool October morning after a miserably hot summer (that extended well into Autumn). My daughter was all for it. Sonny-Bunny turns to me and says, “Mom, I’m not one of those kids who just goes outside every day”.

We see a young man wearing a kilt. My son points and says, “Look, Mommy, that man is wearing a man-skirt!”

I was listing people in our family that I loved and Sonny-Bunny jumps in. “Don’t forget, least but not last, me!” He could not understand why I was cracking up.

My daughter loves “Kidz Bop”. If you’re groaning, you’re not alone but she loves, Loves, LOVES Kids Bop. One day, we get in the car and she says, “Mommy, put on the girls just want to have fun song”?

Well, as any good teen of the ’80s, I know this song by heart. But I was unaware of her having heard it, so I assumed that it must be on the latest Kidz Bop we had gotten from the library. We only play them in the car, but often my son will talk to me while it’s playing so maybe I missed it.  ”Okay, baby, is that on your Kidz Bop?”

“No, Mommy”, she says with as much exasperation as a four year old can muster (which is a LOT). “It’s an ’80s song”.

Well, there you have it!

And finally, a little post Halloween fun.

Little Diva: Mommy, I want Whiskers.

Me: What do you mean… whiskers?

LD: You know, Mommy. Whiskers candy.

Me: Do you mean Reese’s? Or Hershey’s?

LD: No, Mommy, Whiskers.

Sonny-Bunny: She means Kit Kat, Mommy. She wants a Kit Kat.

LD: Yes, Mommy. I want a kitty candy, you know… whiskers.

There’s nothing like the perspective a child bring to anything, right? Have you heard any words of wisdom lately?

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