I know you have all been waiting on pins and needles to discover what Handsome Dude calls Silly-Roll.
Cereal.
Many of you got it right! So, from now on, I am just going to ask all of you what on earth he is saying next time he perplexes me. Perhaps you can handle some of his “deep-thoughts” questions. Here’s one he asked recently:
“Mom? When monies poop, where does the poop come out?”
Good luck and God speed.
That Handsome Dude. He is a delight to my soul, I kid you not. Oh, sure, he drives me bananas, but he is hilarious and warms my heart. Here is our conversation yesterday after I picked him up from preschool:
Me: Did you get chocolate milk today?
(His school gives all the kids FREE milk or chocolate milk each day.) (Don’t be jealous. Not everyone can live in Ruralville.)
HD: Yes! My teacher give me chocolate milk. And she said that I needed to tell my mom that she gives me chocolate milk at school, so Mom needs to give me soda pop at home.
Me: Nice try, dude.
HD: *giggle, giggle, chuckle, chuckle*
He loves to help David work outside. The other day he had his sister’s purple, sparkly watch on, because he is manly like that.
“Dad! Let me check the time. 14:22 . . . 7!”
“Dad! Hold on! It’s 9:73!”
“Hey, Dad. It’s 68!”
Random-Topic-Quick-Change!
So, before we moved, we had this elliptical trainer machine.
Hold the phone! Are you new-ish to this blog? Did you know I have not always lived in this Rural place? It’s true. I came from a land where you could walk just mere minutes to glorious places like: the lake, coffee shops, and jewelery shops. All peoples from all nations would rise and call me blessed and friends would come to call, imploring me to take them on walks around my fabulous neighborhood.
Ask me when the last time someone came to call in Ruralville was.
But, I digress. We had this exercise machine. And I never used it (shocking, I know), but I always had high hopes that I would. So, we moved and stuck it in my room. It is so ugly and I just wanted to get rid of it, but I soldiered on in hopes that someday, David would hook up the TV in our room and I could exercise and watch humorous TV shows. Because I am certainly not going to exercise and just stare at the wall. Lame.
For 15 months that ugly beast has sat in my room. And on Wednesday, Mr. Satellite Guy came and set us all up. I was so excited, I tried to ellipticize that very afternoon.
And, unbeknownst to me, the battery cover was missing since the move, rendering the machine useless. 15 months! 15 months of ugliness in my room with lovely peach walls!
Interruption: Are you new-ish to this blog? My Ruralville home has every, single wall painted a pleasant peach color. Keep up!
Good news! I was able to order a replacement cover and it shall be here soon. And I will be super fit in no time, I am sure of it.
Let’s do a COW!
Look at me, remembering the COW twice in a row!
Yes. Yesterday I had a TYPO, which was surprising since this blog is always so top-notch. I wrote that I was going to “don my pears” when I meant “don my pearls.” It happens.
I don my pear every day. It’s called my body shape.
Ha!
Alright. These kids aren’t going to teach themselves. Off I go!
Happy Friday
PS- I forgot to tell you all about the fruit fly trap.
Option 1- Put an unpeeled, overripe piece of fruit in a bowl and splash some balsamic vinegar on it. Cover it tightly with plastic wrap. Take a pushpin or something and poke tiny holes into the top.
Downside: The fruit flies are trapped alive. So now, I have a bowl full of living fruit flies on my back deck because I am too scared to open it.
Option 2- Take a glass jar. Put about 1 inch of fruit scented dish soap in it and about 1 inch of water. I added some apple pieces, because I was feeling festive.
Perk: FLIES DIE!
Ok. NOW I must teach the children. Goodbye.
I was desperately hoping my comment might win me the coveted honor. You’re so good to me.
And in a few minutes, I shall be embarking on a run to help remodel said pear shape.
Melissa…with a comment like that, you just might win the COW two weeks in a row!
Please–do not give me false hope.
😉
…thanks to you he warms our hearts too!!
but peach walls that showcase dead animal heads is such a decor STATEMENT!
That handsome dude sounds like he’s a chip off the old block. What would this blog be without him??? 🙂
In my 2 year old’s world, monies=bunnies. So… Maybe he was trying to figure those graphics from the other day out.
I am going to have to try your fruit fly traps…they are everywhere in my kitchen and I don’t know why!
I agree with the above person that said maybe handsome dude is meaning bunnies when he says monies. Maybe he would like to know where all the rabbit poop is coming from! Send him to the rabbits for dummies book…it seems like it would be enlightening!
I know it was money because he was holding a nickel while asking! 🙂
maybe the bunny pooped a nickel and he wants to know where to go look for more change…ha ha ha ha…i kill me!
Hi, it’s me =)
me too!
the child thinks monies poop? oh dear!!
Ruralville has an more interesting monetary system than we thought if you’ve got magic pooping nickles. I’d love a pooping nickle but only if it ate dust bunnies and pooped hundred dollar bills.
oops…I meant A more interesting, not AN more interesting. Good lord.
This is the only blog where I read the comments too! The merriment!
I want free chocolate milk! If only I lived in Ruralville. Or, you know, attended school.
So many disappointments.
Hey! I just survived the great fruit fly invasion of 2011 using just such a trap! My secret: put the jar or dish or whatever you are using (I use a mason jar) with the live flies trapped inside straight into the freezer where they die a hopefully quick death of hypothermia.
Yes, it’s inhumane and if PETA hears about it they may picket your house, but the bonus is~ you can pull the trap out full of frozen flies and just put it right back on the counter without emptying it and go back to catching more. True story.
Don’t judge me.
Ha, ha. PETA visiting ruralville because of fruit flies dying. I’m thinking the animal heads on the wall would kill off any PETA types that came around ruralville not the dead flies.
You might be surprised at how much you exercise if you can watch movies and stuff. I went to the gym every day for a long time (many years ago now) and did cardio for an hour because there was a theater in the gym. I miss that place.
When you said monies I thought you had another typo, meaning instead mommies. Oh my. I’m now thoroughly confused!
I plan to be driving by ruralville Friday afternoon and would be happy to drop in…. My 5 plus your 4. It would be, um, active.
can’t say you haven’t had an offer!