Saturday I babysat two little, adorable boys. Part of it made me not want to have kids, but then the other part made me realize how mother's get past the first part.
These boys were hilarious. My family and I could not stop laughing! I barely held my composure that night.
So the evening started at my parents house. We were going to dinner, but while we were waiting the boys played games on the xbox 360 while we waited for my dad to be done on the computer. The boys said a word that my mom describes as "weebles", but it sounded kind of like "weebos" to me. My mom asked what it meant and the 5 yr old said "it's the private parts of SOME boys have". My sister realized they were saying "Huevos" which in spanish evidently refers to male private parts. :-)
On the way to dinner the boys thought it would be great to play with some toothpicks. I soon realized this would end up in someone getting hurt. Little did I know that someone would be me. I told them to give me the toothpicks and they did. Only one of them ended up stuck in my hand. I pulled it out and quickly began to bleed. The 5 yr. old told me it would eventually stop bleeding. He had no sympathy. The 8 yr. old said "You should just stab him back. But, that would be venting." Then the 5 yr. old said "Yea. That would be venting your anger". LOL.
We went to Cristina's for dinner, but the 5 yr. old didn't agree to go there. He wanted to go to Pei Wei. He said he wanted egg soup. I discovered something new about my mother tonight. She is a big marshmallow. My mom decided it would be a good idea to go to Pei Wei and get him the soup he wanted and bring it back to Cristina's. Ha. He did say "thank you" and give her a hug, but it was soon followed by "you didn't get chopsticks?". He wanted to eat his soup with chopsticks :-).
I had the great idea to let him use two straws as chopsticks. Ha. It was hilarious. He eventually just started sucking it down.
We got through dinner all in one piece although the chips were all in pieces on the floor. On the way back from dinner someone let one loose. I thought it was one of the boys, but they blamed it on my dad. That's when I realized the true culprit...my mom. When I said it out loud, the boys both said "No, it was your dad. Mom's don't fart." I asked what mom's do if they don't fart and they said "they smack his butt". hahahahaha.
We got back to my parents house and the boys were playing xbox again. They were playing football and the 5 yr. old said "guess what? The indian redskins are winning. I mean the African redskins! OMG. I could not stop laughing. Where does he get this stuff!
We left when the 5 yr. old said "Can you get me some dessert". I knew it was time for bed. He was getting demanding.
Oh what a night!
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