What the what?

Hayes, reading a catalog: Hey mom!  I think they have some poop-cons!

Me: What the what?

Isla, translating: He means coupons.

Unrelated...but relatable.

Today we are leaving for a quick visit to New York.  I woke up early this morning... went for a run, made breakfast for everyone, showered, packed for myself and the kids, got all of the snacks and drinks ready to go.  Somehow, I am sitting here writing a blog post while I wait for Brendan to be ready.  Unreal.

Hayes for Mayor.

As Brendan and I were getting ready to leave for a long weekend in Scottsdale, the kids had the following to say about it:

Tyson: Don't go!

Isla: What are you going to bring us?

Hayes: I hope you have fun.

Oh Hayes...you're making it hard for us not to play favorites.

Sh*t my kids say, part 2

Tyson [upon seeing a picture of him, Hayes, and their friend Henry pushing some tackle dummies]: Oh yeah, those are the things we punched the crap out of.

Hayes [upon learning that he would see his friend Maddie today]: I was thinking about Maddie last night.  Also I was thinking about tornadoes.

Sh*t my kids say...

While eating my breakfast, eavesdropping on the kids playing in the family room, I overheard the following:

Tyson [while throwing a Thor hammer]: This is my hammer.  It is going to punch you in the face.  It will really hurt.  Oh yeah!  You ready?

Hayes [singing]: Jumping Jack Flash is a gas gas mask.

Tyson [to Isla]: Do you remember the time my poop had green things in it?
Isla: Oh yeah - don't worry, that's just flavor.

send in the clowns

Isla loves pop music ... and she has the knack for memorizing song lyrics.  But sometimes she gets them wrong.

David Guetta/ Sia - "Titanium" - actual lyric: 

Isla - a few weeks ago, in Denver.

Stone heart
Machine gun
Firing at the ones who run
Stone heart
Loves bulletproof glass

Isla's version:

Strong heart

Masheena

Firing at the ones who run

Strong heart

Loves bulletproof clowns

Oddly enough, my little sister, Sam, was the same way.

My brother, Jon, with my sisters, Lizzie and Sam.

Bush - "Come Down" - actual lyric:

I don't want to come back down from this cloud 

Sam (age 5) version:

I don't want to be a clown like this guy

It's all you will hear now.  You're welcome.

high/low

Today's high -- courtesy of Tyson:

Sometimes I get songs stuck in my hair.


And today's low -- courtesy of Hayes:

Mommy, you have old-looking boobs.