Confessions of a Disorganized Perfectionist: Who Says Disco is Dead?

Eavesdropping

In the grocery store looking at rhubarb. Me: You can eat the root of that but I think the leaves are poisonous? M: How poisonous? Me: What do you mean how poisonous, poison is poison. M: I mean am I gonna die if I eat it or just have a really bad day?
"Mom. Can you believe this?" M. at M&D's wedding when the desserts showed up. 12/30/11
"Dress! Tie! Lipstick! We're Fancy!" P. as we got dressed for M&D's wedding 12/30/11
"K! Princess! Like Cinderella!" P. after seeing his beloved babysitter K. get married 8/26/11
"Can we get a penguin?" M. after seeing Mr. Popper's Penguins 7/2011
"Don't step on that mushroom! You'll get athlete's foot!" (mushrooms are a fungus, athlete's foot is caused by a fungus, ergo...) M. 7/20/11
"This book says scorpions make good pets." M. with accompanying hopeful look. As if. Unless this is part of his plot to make a dog seem better. 7/2010
"Grandma speaks Italian?!!!" M. in amazement as I tried to sell the idea of Italian Camp 7/2010
"Go movie?" P. in the car as we passed the theatre. Suddenly after Toy Story 3 he's decided that's a pretty neat place! 7/2010
"Whoa-kay" That's how P. says yes 7/2010
"Yeah. Go swim. Love you." P's first phone conversation (with Dad) that consisted of more than hello and goodbye. 8/13/09
"Is there a speed limit on a race track?" M. 8/13/09
"We're fighting for survival!" M. as he and P. tried to eat out of the same bowl of soup 7/3/09
"Roar!" "Ouch!" P. making a T-Rex eat Woody's arm 6/30/09

Confessions of a Disorganized Perfectionist