Speechless

Yesterday Zack and Steve were riding in the car with the radio on. The announcer mentioned that a teacher had been arrested for having S-E-X with an underage student. Steve silently wondered if Zack had heard it. Seconds later:

Z: Daddy do you have sex with mommy?
S: Uhhhh.... (weakly) what? (stuttering) What is that? Do you know what that is?
Z: Yes, it's when you love each other
S: Oh yeah, right

End of conversation. Where does he get this stuff? They pick up so much more than we think! This reminded me of the other day when we were in the grocery store and he kept asking me what G-A-Y was. I ignored him but any experienced parent should know that the more you ignore your children the louder they get so he ended up shouting over and over again "What does gay mean?" as we practically ran out of the store. I ended up shoving some candy at him to get his mind off the question. I am just not ready for these conversations yet! I really thought I had a few years.

Today.

*Zack was late for school and locked out
*Zack didn't turn in his homework (which took 2 hours to do)
*Zack's teacher tried to tell me in a nice way that he had been naughty in class
*I have PMS
*I stepped on a hornet and got stung, it felt like a pitchfork in my foot
*My printer won't function correctly
*My mom brought me a chocolate donut - 20 grams of fat and 450 calories (she told me after I had consumed it)
*I couln't bear to eat lunch (see donut)
*I have really ugly hair today thanks to some new product I bought (good thing I bought 3 bottles!)
*I am at work for the next 8 hours

Despite my bad attitude today, I recognize my many blessings and the great life I have. I wouldn't trade if for any one elses!

Ah, Sunday Mornings.

I don't know about you but Sunday mornings at our house can be a BIT, grumpy. This morning as I was in my room getting ready for church I overheard Zack and Steve getting ready in the room next to mine and what I heard made me laugh.

Zack: Don't do that you MORON. (very mater of factly)
Steve: Shocked silence. Then: That is not a nice word! Don't ever say that to me again! Who taught you that?
Zack: No one. (sadly)
Then Zack came in my room with a sad, pouty face. At which time I hugged him. (He didn't call ME a moron!)

I am pretty sure he heard that somewhere and was just trying it on for size, obviously not knowing the insult he was slinging at his dear father. I am also sure that had he said that to me, me being the most patient parent in the entire world, that I would have gently asked him to not use that word and explained that it wasn't a nice thing to say and then I would have hugged him. But... then again it WAS Sunday morning.