Thursday, October 13
  1. Ok, so what is up with hot dog buns? For years, my children just ate the hot dog with ketchup. That was it. No bun. No way, no how, nadda. Just recently, they look upon me as if I'm some sort of psychopath trying to get them to eat their veggies as well as eat hot dogs with no buns. Did the position of the planets change and I missed it?

  2. Speaking of eating (my children's favorite past time. And while I'm on that subject. How is it that they stay so thin?) Anyway. Both my husband and I worked late tonight. My youngest had dinner with her future husband and family. She had two plates full of spaghetti, and a helping of salad. Less than two hours later, I was making the oldest some hot dogs (see #1), and she acted as if I never fed her because I didn't offer her one as well. For the record, she had a hot dog, ON.A.BUN., some Sun Chips, and an orange. And then wanted dessert.

  3. My youngest daughter came home and looked pretty much like the beach. Sand everywhere on her body, and mud caked on her knees and in between her toes. I told her in no uncertain terms, to strip in the garage, and march her rump into the bathroom. Why, I ask you, did she happily skip into the bathroom, and do as I asked? I want to know. Why? Because I want that to happen every night. It is my fantasy NOT to have to fight bath time. To top that off? My oldest came home from playing and decided, all by herself, to take a shower while I was cooking her hot dogs (WITHOUT.A.BUN). And, she hung up her towel and threw her dirty clothes in the hamper without me asking her to.

Personally? I think the planets must have realigned, or it was one seriously lucky night.

Maybe I should go buy a lotto ticket.

Update: Why and how did I just notify myself that I've updated my blog? Some people should never be allowed around a computer. And I'm one of them.

Posted by Moogie at October 13, 2005 07:51 PM

Comments

I always found that whenever kids actually do what you want them to do... they're definately up to something, lol

Posted by: D Brooks at October 14, 2005 02:35 AM

well duh ....that's because those aren't your children Moogs. They are space Aliens in little rubber suits that just look like your children! ...
your children are off playing with my children in the mud somewhere !

Posted by: Suzanne at October 14, 2005 08:51 AM

I'm with Suzanne - your kids have been replaced by aliens. I wish aliens would replace mine.

Posted by: cursingmama at October 14, 2005 10:32 AM

They are up to something, or maybe they've decided it's better to be good sometimes...

Posted by: Gopher at October 14, 2005 03:39 PM

If aliens act that good, I think I'd rather have one of them!

Posted by: Heather at October 14, 2005 05:41 PM