"Mom, I sink you din'ent notice you got Effan colored-food ceweal. Did you not look and buyed it cuz you fohgot to look?"
I guess that day I became a hypocrite. I almost always refuse to buy anything with food coloring in it. But I break my rule for the kid's birthdays with sugary, colorful cereal, M&M's and neon cake frosting.
Apparently, to Tessa, I broke more than just my rule.
Adam called from camp at 8:30 the other night to wish Ethan a happy birthday. He had borrowed two quarters so that he could make the call. Ethan's eyes welled up with tears.
Ethan: "Dad, can you help me with this problem?"
Me: "Do you want me to help you, Ethan?"
Ethan: "No offense mom, but I think dad would be able to help me better with this one."
"Your mom can do decimals and fractions." His father called out in my defense.
I am glad he couldn't see the freaked out look on my face.
This time, I think Ethan was right.
Ellie sat and watched me dress today. She stared at my belly-dome.
"Are you going to have babies when you grow up?" I asked.
She replied abruptly.
Surprised, I smiled back, "Oh, once this baby is born you will change your mind and want twenty."
"How do you know?" she said intensely. "Mine might turn out ugly."
I tried not to laugh.
"What do you do if they're ugly?" I asked.
"Sell them." she said bluntly.
Tessa tripped and skinned her toe. She was sure she was dying. As the drama escalated, she was certain that a mere bandaid would not be enough.
"Maybe we should go to the hospital." I suggested.
"No!!!" she bellowed. "Dey will cut me in ha-a-aaaaaaffffff!!!"