Randomness

     Gunnar got dressed for bed last night with his PJ's inside out and backwards. When I brought this to his attention, he said, "No, Mom, I'm doing it so it will snow tonight. Can I have an ice cube?"  Yes, you read that right. And, yes, I was as confused as you are now. Ander told Gunnar what his teacher told him. If you put your PJ's on backwards and inside out and then flush an ice cube down the toilet, you will wake up to snow in the morning. Gunnar was super excited to try it out, and smiling, I handed him an ice cube.  
    This morning, you can imagine his disappointment when he woke up to a bright sunny 45 degree morning, and all the birds are chirping.  A conversation in the wee hours of the morning between Gunnar, Ander and Lohn:
Lohn- "Gunnar, whats the matter?"
Gunnar- "It didn't snow last night" (super sad face)
Ander- "Maybe we have to do it 10 times in a row."
Lohn- "Maybe, but I think it's just a superstition"
(insert here explaining what a superstition is to two young boys)
Gunnar (after hearing the definition of superstition)- "Maybe, but I think Anders teacher is just wrong!"
Yep. A concept we will continue to teach our children. Teachers aren't always right (Many thanks to my dad for teaching me that one. Crazy environmentalist 8th grade teacher)


   A conversation between me and Sylas:

Me- "Sylas, if you go potty I will give you a sticker."
Sylas- "Ok"
Me- "Do you want to go potty?"
Sylas- (Holding super still) "I am!"
Me- "No you have to go potty in the toilet!!"
Sylas- "Oops."

An awful Saturday:
Gunnar had a major poop/diarrhea accident in his room. He wasn't feeling well. He tried to hide it and clean it up (with my favorite hot pad, mind you). After smearing it into the white carpet, Tamsyn found him and told me.  Anyone who knows me, knows I don't do poop or snot. I'll throw up. And unfortunately for me, Lohn was gone on a camping trip with the scouts.  So, I armed myself with a bucket of hot oxyclean water and a towel, and went to work. I was in there maybe 3 seconds, and had to dash to the bathroom to throw up (My stomach muscles were sore the next morning, that tells you how hard I was puking, ugh).   Afterwards, I manned up, and went back to it. Two hours later, it was cleaned up, and I was sitting on the couch traumatized when Lohn came home. I told him what happened, and when I told him I threw up, he started to laugh. I burst into tears, and ran to my room. Still laughing, Lohn follows me and apologizes (in between chuckles).  He even tried to use the line "Smells like soup." (Office reference). Still not funny, honey... Maybe tomorrow.