Monday, January 10, 2011

Transformers

My son's conversation with my husband, upon discovering that we were watching Transformers II:

Joey: Why can't I watch Transformers? I like the Transformers.

Mike: You can't watch this Transformers.

Joey: But I watch Transformers on The Hub. I like it.

Mike: This is adult Transformers.

Joey: Oh. Is it on ABC?
My son - 1
My husband - 0

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Awesome

While driving with my son in the car today, his favorite song came on.

His favorite song is Paparazzi by Lady Gaga, and he knows every word.

As Joey sang along in the back seat, and I sang along in the front seat, I heard Joey say, "Hey! Look at me!" I glanced in the rear view mirror to see him dancing.

He was punching the air, alternatively using his right, then left, arm. It reminded me of Emilio Estevez dancing during the musical montage in the movie The Breakfast Club. Watching his ridiculously adorable dance moves, I laughed.

The reaction I received from Joey, however, was not what I was expecting.

"It's not funny," he said, frowning as he continued to punch the air. "It's awesome."

Mustering up a serious face, despite the laughter that threatened to consume me, I said, "Yes. Of course it's awesome."

Beth - 0
Joey - 1 (His dancing was awesome)

Monday, January 3, 2011

Vicki's

Over winter break, I took my seven year old daughter shopping while my son was at day care. She was a trooper, considering we shopped for five hours, and we spent more than twenty to thirty minutes in every store, save for one.

That store would be Victoria's Secret.

"Wow!" Jillian exclaimed loudly upon entering Victoria's Secret. "This is a fancy underwear store for fancy people!"

As I ushered her towards the back of the store, Jillian stopped to touch each piece of silky lingerie, often commenting on its beauty. Finally we reached the large bins of clearance underwear, which was my final destination. I sifted through the sometimes tasteful, sometimes, well, un-tasteful underwear, hoping to find some real bargains.

"What size do you wear?" Jillian said loudly, holding up an extra-large pair of full-coverage panties.

"Not that size," I whispered, grabbing them out of her hands and shoving them as far down into the bin as humanly possible. "I wear a medium." Bringing her attention to the proper bin, which in hindsight was, perhaps, not the best move, I continued to sift through the discount items.

"What about this one?" she asked. "It's pretty!" I glanced to my right to find her holding a lacy pink number, crotchless.

Needless to say, we left immediately.

Beth - 0
Jillian - 1