Doug announced last night as we were winding down that he'd taken the day off so that we could have a day alone after four days home with the children. I was thrilled! We had a great day date! We did a few tasks around the house, headed to town to do a little holiday shopping, had lunch at Costa Vida and then saw Breaking Dawn. Perfect date! After the movie, we picked Zaylee up and brought her home just in time for Gracie to come in from school. This afternoon, Doug put in new ballast in my kitchen lighting, worked on a few odds and ends around the house. We had a yummy dinner of Taco Soup and corn bread, ZJ taught our Family Home Evening lesson and then it was bedtime. A perfect day! Love it!
Now, a few funnies. This first one, I want to first and foremost state that this is not meant to be offensive. It's just one of those cases of " kids say the darnedest things". A few nights ago, ZJ was in the room, listening intently, as always, to a conversation between Doug and I. ZJ not missing a beat, asked, "Mom, what's a hypocrit?" I then explained that a hypocrit is a person who says that they are one thing but they really are another thing or a person that says that they are not something that they really are. She accepted that and then said, "Oh. I thought that was a Democrat." They sound similar. I could see where the confusion came from, but it made me cackle! I would have laughed just as hard if she's said Republican. And again. I come from a family of southern Democrats. Please don't take offense. It's just a cute misunderstanding from a ten year old. And for the record, I set her straight.
Zaylee was overwhelmed with all of the fun things to look at, now that the house is decorated for Christmas. I explained that we "look with our eyes, not our hands or we get time out". Gracie came home and touched something. Zaylee came running, "Gwammie! Gwammie! Gwacie needs time out! She touched the twee!!!" So, Gracie got a ten second time out to teach Zaylee that Grammie meant business. A few seconds later, ZJ had her turn. Then Quayd. Zaylee never touched a thing. She's now the "jello sherriff" of holiday decor at Grammie's house!
And last. The belt. On Thanksgiving morning, as Doug was getting dressed for dinner, I noticed his belt, which was too big from the Christmas Day that I gave it to him. Remember that Doug is a farmer and farmers don't buy new. They just "fix" things. The black belt had torn at the buckle holes and he had taped it with electrical tape. SERIOUSLY??? I said, "Please tell me that you've never worn that belt out in public." He snickered, "I wear it to work but it's under my smock, so no one's seen it." I teased, "Babe. You can throw it away. We're not poor!" He shared, very matter-of-factly, "Babe, it's a weapon." He, then, showed me how he could whip it off his waist and swing it around like a weapon, explaining the entire process. Trying not to laugh out loud, I looked at him and said, "Doug. How old are you?" "Fifty-seven." "And in your 57 years of life, how many times have you had to pull off your belt and use it as a weapon?" As serious as a heart attack, he proudly responded, "None. They saw the belt." This man. I do love him. And he does make me laugh. A. LOT.
A good time to laugh is any time you can.
Sophia, that story of Doug's belt made me laugh out loud at 1:59am. :)
Posted by: Debbie | Thursday, December 01, 2011 at 01:00 AM
Oh, the belt story made me chuckle. Which is not great because I think I've caught the flu and it hurts to laugh. I'm hoping my daughter doesn't get it because she gets on a plane tomorrow and leaves at 4 a.m. I'll be on pins and needles the whole time she's gone, hoping she doesn't get sick!
Posted by: Holly F. | Wednesday, November 30, 2011 at 10:32 PM
robert does that with his belt, too...only problem with that is Robert has gotten so skinny that as soon as he does, his pants fall down. And yes we could afford to buy smaller pants...and tho he's not a farmer, he won't buy unless it's needed. Now...if only I were getting that skinny. What joy!
PLUS...Robert wears a Toolman thing on his belt...so his weapon has 'hurt' attached. Me? I keep a huge knife under my bed
Posted by: susan | Wednesday, November 30, 2011 at 04:26 AM
Zaylee is too funny!!
Posted by: Nicole | Tuesday, November 29, 2011 at 01:09 PM
Doug is a funny man. I actually laughed out loud when I read that. I've never met the man, but I imagine if he told it with a straight face, I'da busted out laughing. YOu guys must have so much fun.
Posted by: audra | Tuesday, November 29, 2011 at 12:44 PM
fun laughs for the day!
Posted by: Marilyn | Tuesday, November 29, 2011 at 09:38 AM