Glad You're Here

Thank you all so much for joining in the Crazy Carnival Fun!! Hop on down there and enjoy some of the other crazies. You all make me feel so normal!

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After a crazy day here in blogland and at home, I had a meeting tonight at church. It's not unusual for Jason or me to have a meeting in the 5:30 time slot, so we are pretty good at making it work. I returned home to find a clean kitchen, children being fed and happy boys talking about their day.

Yes, girls. He's taken.

Over dinner, Ollie said, "Mommy, I'm so glad you're here".
Me: "Thanks, buddy. I will always come home."
[Insert Hallmark card commercial music here.]

A few minutes later Henry was mumbling something that sounded like this:
"Mommy, Gah eeeww heh"
Over. And Over. And Over.

Jason and I couldn't figure out what he was saying. Until we deciphered that he was saying, "Mommy, Go to Hell".

Exactly. I'm sure that is it.

We asked him where he heard that.
I really don't say that. I am hoping his pre-school teachers don't, either!

We just laughed hysterically as those words kept coming out in a sweet two year old voice. It was like a talking Elmo from the ghetto.

Then, as I'm questioning Barney and about to go watch some Dora to check it out, Ollie says again, "Mommy, I'm glad you're here".

Oh. Yes.
That's it.

So glad I'm not being damned to the fiery pit by my 2 year old.
And that he doesn't have a potty mouth before he knows how to use the actual potty.