The Evil Three Year Old

Sunday was Fathers Day so we made the trek out to north Phoenix to honor our Fathers. Mom was just back from China so we all got fantastic gifts, we ate burgers and had a great time. Another perk for making the trip is that Grandma (time-out) and Grandpa (candy) let the girls stay for a sleep over. The next day they went shopping and swimming and partied Grandma Marolyn style, which included a trip to McDonalds with an awesome playland.

When the girls got home late that night and finished showing me the spoils of the day, they both launched into the story of the evil three year old at the McDonalds playland. Apparently the cute little girl punched them both in the face, punched Emma in the stomach and kicked Emma. This is a little funny to me for a few reasons. Number one: Emma was that little girl when she was three. Number two: Emma is nine and Ella is six. They should be able to block the blows of a three year old. Number three: the use of the word evil to them is soo Dr. Doofenshmirts.

Anyway, after recounting the beating they both received, Ella exclaims "that's okay, cause I gave her a payback!"
Worried about what that entailed, I asked, "what did you do?''
" I chased her!"
When recounting the story to Rob, Ella added, "That little girl sure wasn't as sweet as she looked!"
If only all little girls were as sweet as they looked.

Oui Oui !

So I was driving home from Wal-Mart the other day with Christopher and Clark in the backseat and Christopher asked while driving past the park, "Are those people at the park, Mom?'' to which I replied in my best french accent "Oui Oui!" I don't know why I busted out one of the only French phrases in my vocabulary, but obviously Christopher does not know any french because he started talking about his "wee-wee."
" I have a wee-wee, and mine brudder has a wee-wee, and you don't have a wee-wee, Mom!"
I didn't mean to bring up such an inappropriate topic, so I had to explain myself. "Christopher , "Oui" means "Yes" in french."
By this time I was unbuckling him from his carseat. He looked up at me, obviously very confused and asked me this shocking question, " So you do have a wee-wee, Mom?"
This conversation just shows me how much he really doesn't understand. He doesn't know what french is or why his Mom acts crazy sometimes and uses funny accents, but he does know what his "wee-wee" is. He is also very proud of his "wee-wee", like most boys, and recently he has trained it to only go pee-pee in the potty (or the grass if it's an absolute emercency)! We are soo very proud of him!