Things the boys have said over the past two weeks that I would love to get in writing or on video tape to show them when they are teenagers:
Trevor: I want to do the dishes!! Why can't I?!
Me: When you're a little older, honey.
Trevor: (Upon finding our swiffer duster thingy) OOOH! Davis, let's dust the house!!
Davis: Yea! Me first, me first!
Trevor: Mom, can I do my homework? (We get him these workbooks from Cosco and he begs us to work in them)
Davis: I like being a pretty girl! (The Star Wars II Lego video game, he likes being Princess Leia. This one just makes me laugh. He's our little tough boy so it's extra funny for us.)
Trevor: You're the best mom. I'll never leave you!
I explained that he would and it was OK and normal, that people grow up and go to college and make families of their own. I didn't say, "When you're 18, we're going to break your plate!" (That's something Dave and I joke about.) I want record of this one for when he decides he hates me at 15 because I didn't let him do [insert dangerous teenage activity here].
Davis: Can I make you breakfast, Mommy?
(Trevor had actually made me breakfast the morning before. He made a bowl of cereal with milk for me. Unfortunately, it was around 6am and I was still asleep. When I came downstairs, I happily ate a disgusting bowl of mush!)
And then there's the crying, screaming, kicking fit Davis threw on Monday because he couldn't stay at school. I had to bodily remove him! He was so disappointed because:
I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!! I WANT TO STAY!! I WANT TO DO SOME SCHOOL WORK!!!!
Trevor's school is year-round and he started 1st grade on Monday. 1st grade!? How the hell did that happen? Here's a pic of his first day....
Going to charge up the camcorder, Ruth!
TdFKAL update: I have a tiny toe of one sock done. 14 more rows and it'll be a real toe!