P.S. I'm hungry.

We had the Buchanan's over for a game night this past week.  Part of the game night tradition is to have treats.  Usually we do chips and some sort of dip.  As the kids were all downstairs, little Jack walked up with this note and handed it to me...

The scan is hard to read (click to make it bigger), so here is the translation...

11-6-09

Dear Dad,

Why are you and your friends keeping the chips to yourselves? We should get some! Why are you keeping us downstairs? Why are you not leting us play on the computer? I want to know please!

Love,

Madison

P.S. I'm hungry.

She got chips and wasallowed to play the computer.  I wouldn't want her to go hungry!

Had she heard this conversation before?

As parents there are many times that we find ourselves asking our children to wait so that we can finish what we are doing.  This is the converstion I had with Allie today.

I said to Allie, " Honey, you need to come and get ready for gymnastics."

Allie, who is in the middle of an episode of Tom and Jerry, says "OK, in one minute, after I finish my show."

I laugh to myself and say ok, and proceed to head upstairs.  She calls after me "You go find sump'n else to do for a lil' while. You know, play on the puter (computer) or sump'n."

Needless to say, she continues to make me laugh.

My Bad...

This may be one of those "you had to be there" stories, but since I write this blog to help me remember these moments...I was there.

Allie was in the room while I was getting ready for work.  She found one of Jenny's bras and being Allie, she tried it on.  I thought it would be even better if Allie put her hoodie on over the bra and then walked in to show Jenny.  It really did have a lot of potential.

However, as we were preparing the outfit, we ran into a problem.  I pulled on the zipper and it came off in my hand.  Allie looked up at me...slightly scowled and said in a flat tone, "What *paused* the *paused again* freak."

Without emotion, she continued, "That *pause* was not *pause* cool."

Sometimes that kid scares me.

Peruvian Headbands go Ninja

I swear I don't make this stuff up.

Silly Dad...Tricks are for Kids

I guess I've hit the point in life where my kids think they can use mind tricks on me. I have to admit, sometimes I give in because of their creativeness. For example...Allie. I am downstairs messing around on the computer and I hear her in the kitchen. This is never a good thing. So, I bellow up the stairs for her to get out of the kitchen. To which comes the sweet reply, "Okay, Daddy. I am getting out of the kitchen."

I then hear the pitter-patter of her little feet coming down the stairs. She parks herself right next to me and says, "Hey Dad, if you turn on a Scooby-Doo show for me, I'll give you what's behind my back."

"What's behind your back?"

Staying firm she says, "You have to turn on Scooby-Doo if you want it."

Not wanting to spoil her bribe, I turn on Scooby-Doo. She then provides me with a diet Mt. Dew saying, "I knew this would do it!"

P.S. Madison asked me today if I wanted to be President of the United States. She then informed me that I would have to go on vacation for 4 years if I wanted to do it.

I Never Win

So Jenny went to some school reading class. I'm not sure why, I'm pretty sure she knows how to read...actually, it's a class on how to help your 1st grader learn how to read.

It was my job to watch the kids and get them to bed early. Being the diligent father that I am, when 7:30 arrived the children were jammy'd up, teeth brushed, and allergy medicined up. I send everyone to bed and proceed to get Jack ready. I even provided piggy back rides for Madi and Allie.

First, Jack goes down. No problem. Second and third are Hannah and Allie. Not as easy as Jack, but still not too bad. Madison's turn. As she heads down the hall, I give her a hug, kiss and wish her goodnight.

"Night Dad." almost like she is bored.

"Love you Madi." I say.

She responds, "Love you too Dad. But Mom loves me more."

What the?!?! Was that necessary?

Who's your Daddy?

I called home to talk to Jenny this week. She was busy cleaning the bathrooms, so Allie answered the phone. The conversation went something like this...

Allie answered, "Hello?"

"Hi, Allie. Is Mom there?"

Somewhat accusative as well as inquisitive, "Who is this!?!"

"This is Dad." I replied.

"My Dad?" she asked?

How do you respond to that?