It has been awhile since I have written about the crazy shit that comes out of the mouths of my children, and I have lost my battery charger for my Canon and that stupid-little-blue-light-won’t-shut-off-and-sucks-the-battery-dead-in-hours, so I can’t upload any of the awesome photos I took earlier this year.
First off, much to his father’s dismay, BB has started a 2nd grade singing class and he love, love, loves it. It is his favorite “sport”. Last week, the twins sat down with me to watch the season premiere of American Idol, and we were having a blast listening to all the crazies that try out for the show. After one woman with particularly giant-sized breasts auditioned, he exclaimed, “Did you see those WATERMELON BOOBS?”, and he and Ash started laughing uncontrollably. Then in all seriousness, BB looked at me and stated, “You do not have watermelon boobs. Yours are more like Earths!” My husband has assured me that Earth boobs are much better. Phew.
We have a Yamaha keyboard that, after months years of being stored in a closet, is finally set up and getting used. The keyboard has a memory of a hundred songs or so and it has “lessons” and the keys will light up red to show you what note to play next. Last night while playing his musical masterpiece, BB said, “Mom. My finger is like Ozzie. It follows the red dot!” Why yes, I see the relation between fingers + piano keys and dogs + laser lights.