Sweet Girl just asked me to play one of her favorite songs on the computer. "Honey, I don’t think we have that song on here," I told her. "Yes we do, Mommy!" she chirped. "Daddy helped make a playlist for Little Man and me. It’s on there."

Curious, I opened Windows Media and quickly found the "Kid’s Playlist," read through the titles listed, and just shook my head.

Wanna know the titles of all three songs? Shown in playlist order:

"Our Song" by Taylor Swift

"Best of Both Worlds" by Hannah Montana

"Number of the Beast" by Iron Maiden

I think I need to have a little talk with DH.

Semi-free entertainment.

Some stuff from GWO (post to come about that wondrous event) is sitting in my front room still - 2 empty Rubbermaid totes, a cooler with soda, my pillow. From these things, my kids are "playing Lagoon" - cans of soda are getting loaded into one tote as batteries (?) and the pillow is laid into the other tote. Little Man is sitting on the pillow in the tote, while Sweet Girl sits on the cooler, and she says, "Welcome to OdySea! Please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times. Please rest your head firmly against the headrest and make sure the safety restraint is securely attached. Do not stand up and have fun! Is everybody ready?" Little Man yells, "Yeah!" and they make some fun noises for a few seconds. Then Sweet Girl says, "Welcome back! Please sit still until the safety restraint is unlocked. Please exit to your left and enjoy your day, here at Lagoon!" Repeat a few times, with various ride names inserted for OdySea. Little Man takes a turn announcing while Sweet Girl "rides." Sweet Girl goes back to announcing while Little Man "rides."

Then some sort of catastrophe… I’m not sure what happened, but Little Man didn’t like what Sweet Girl said.

Little Man: You have ruined my day, here at Lagoon! Sweet Girl, you’re FIRED! You’re fired, Sweet Girl!
Sweet Girl: Hey, you can’t fire me! I don’t even work here!
LM: I don’t care! You’re fired! You ruined my day here at Lagoon!
SG: I’m telling you, I don’t even work here!

Ah, the joys of my kids. If nothing else, they make me laugh.

A lot.

If you walk out of the store and think to yourself, "Hey, I parked closer than I remembered," pay more attention to little clues like the absence of the sunscreen in the windshield, or the addition of running boards, or the fact that this car has out of state plates, before you dig your keys out of your purse and get frustrated when the remote unlock feature doesn’t seem to work. Then try not to look sheepish when you realize your car is, in actuality, another row over. Walk nonchalantly past the offending car and hope no one saw you.

Three funny sentences overhead over the weekend. Guess which one was uttered by my child.

Scenario #1: Primary Singing Time. The chorister was reviewing the words to the song "If The Savior Stood Beside Me" and got to the line "He is always near me, Though I do not see Him there." A small child cried out, "Even in the bathtub?!"

Scenario #2: Primary Sharing Time. The teacher was dealing with some unruly children. "If you don’t behave," the teacher warned, "you’ll have to talk to your mom and tell her what you’re doing." "But I haven’t really done anything yet!" the child complained. (It was the ‘yet’ that made me laugh.)

Scenario #3: Cafe area at Sam’s Club. A little girl was complaining to a littler boy I assume was her brother, "Mom and Dad get their own drinks! How come I have to share with you?" He smiled and said, "Cuz that’s what friends are for!"

OK. Time’s up. Which silly quote was from the fruit of my loins?

DH, as I mentioned, went camping over the weekend with the Boy Scouts. As Scoutmaster of our little troop, he has quite a bit of preparation and breakdown to do. (Breakdown, in this case, refers both to the dispersal of camping gear to its proper storage area *and* to his joints as he recovers from the hikes. :giggle:)

This evening, after we’d unloaded the perishables and he’d taken a nap, we finished unloading the truck. As I started fixing dinner (a very yummy tortellini soup with spinach fresh from our garden) he worked on cleaning, re-organizing and putting away various pieces of camping gear in the storage boxes, muttering under his breath all the while.

"Ya know," he grumbled, crossing the kitchen to wash another dirty pan, "this is just such a pain in the butt, all the work to get everything put together, packed, unpacked… it takes longer to prepare and recover than it does to actually camp."

I eyed him unsympathetically. "Kind of like when I get to pack up a family of six for a weekend at Lagoon, huh?"

He stopped where he was, smiled and said, "Ah, touche!"

There were no more complaints heard the rest of the evening.