A Sample of the Insanity

Here are just a few examples of the listening pleasures I get to be treated to each day – courtesy of the kids.

Nia:  “Nate, look at me. Nate, look at me.  Nate, look at me.  Nate, look at me. Nate, look at me. Nate, look at me.  Naaatttee, looook at meeeee. Nate, look at me Nate.  NAAATTTEEE, look at me!”
Nate: “NO!”
Me: “NIA!  That’s enough!  Obviously, he does not want to look at you right now!”
Nia: “Why?”

Nia: “Momma, if you have green and yellow and green and yellow and green and yellow and green and yellow and green and yellow and blue and green and yellow and green and yellow and green and yellow and green and yellow and green and yellow – does that make a pattern?”
Me: Too exhausted and confused to give a clear answer. (I was trying to cook dinner at the same time.) It came out something like “Huh? Uh-huh.”  I mean, I would really have to see that one written down on paper to know for sure if it made a pattern.  There was no way I was counting up how many green and yellows she said before and after the blue! 

Nate: “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!”
Me: My reply to this is either – “Whatever dude.”  “I don’t want to hear it.” or “mumble, mumble, mumble, tell me no, mumble, mumble, mumble.”

Nia: “Momma, I’m going to tell you a story.  There was a frog and a balloon and a bug and the bug wanted to eat the balloon and the frog was going to the store and the balloon was at the store and the bug wanted to eat it and the frog got it and then a lion came in and said ‘roar’ and the balloon cried because it was scared and the bug felt bad for the balloon and didn’t want to eat it anymore but the lion did so he said “roar, I’m going to eat you up” and he did.”
Me: I would give a few “oh yeahs?” and “wows” throughout the story a “why did he do that” on occasion.  One time she told a story during the ENTIRE time we were at the grocery store.  That was like a 30 minute story or something.  It was so hard to try to listen to her and make sure I got everything on the list!  (By the way, the above story is not word for word what Nia said – it’s more of an idea of the kinds of stories she will tell me during the day. It may seem awful but I don’t really remember the stories she actually does tell me because that would be nearly IMPOSSIBLE. I mean, she tells me like two or three a day and it’s usually while I’m trying to think about something else.)