Kendrie:  “Who is the Social Studies teacher when I get to the 6th grade?”
Kellen:  “You don’t take Social Studies in the 6th grade, you take World Cultures.”
Kendrie:  “What is the difference between World Cultures and Social Studies?”
Kellen:  (pause)  (pause again)  “Well, for starters, they’re not even spelled the same!”
Clearly, when you don’t know an answer, [...]

Remember when I told you two weeks ago that I backed into my neighbor’s car?  And I had two of Kendrie’s friends with me, and that I unleashed a volley of curse words?  Well, that was an exaggeration.  I only unleashed ONE curse word.  Loudly, and with feeling.  In case you can’t guess which one, [...]

Our school is having its Fall Book Fair right now and Kendrie bought a book today called “Coke or Pepsi”, or something like that.  Basically, a book of questions for the reader to ask their friends to get to know them better.  Mainly yes or no, short-answer, or “choose between” type questions ….. silly, fun, [...]

When Kendrie got up this morning and got herself dressed for school, I noticed what she was wearing: a black undershirt, light blue t-shirt, and royal blue sweat pants with a red stripe. I noticed because I knew they were having Valentines parties at school this afternoon, and that I would be there [...]

Kendrie and I were driving home from the mall just now, where I had just purchased her a new pair of tennis shoes. NOT because she had outgrown her old shoes, but because Kellen had outgrown *his* old shoes and heaven forbid one kid get new shoes in this house and not the other two. [...]

A few months ago, our church hired a new youth pastor when the previous youth pastor decided to try his hand as an elementary teacher. (Ironically, his own children are homeschooled ….. but that’s not even part of this story, so why am I already off on a tangent???)
Children’s church takes place during “big church”, [...]

Proof that it’s time for the holiday break to be O.V.E.R. and my children should go back to school? Two conversations. Actually, one conversation and one (incredibly rude and ill-mannered) comment.
As follows:
Kellen: “Mom, imagine you are a slave.”
Me: “And that would be different from my life … how????”
Kellen: “Mom, seriously. [...]

The other night, when I drove Kellen and his friend to the concert, he asked me to play the Weird Al parody “The Ebay Song” on my ipod (through the car speakers). Again and again and again. After about the fourth time, his friend turned to him and said, “Wow, you really like [...]

So, driving in the car with Brayden yesterday, her voice piped up from the back seat, and the following conversation took place:
Brayden: Mom, what’s I.B.S. ??
Me: Irritable Bowel Syndrome
Brayden: What’s that?
Me: Well, I’m pretty sure it’s when your stomach cramps, and you poop a lot. Or can’t poop at all. [...]

I’ll be the first to admit that over the years, I’ve said (and said in front of my children) a few things that probably aren’t as nice as they could be. One of my favorites, of course, is when I allow my kids (only in the car, and only with the windows rolled up) [...]