Me: How'd golfing go? I prayed you'd score high.
Hubby: Thanks a lot. It worked. Too bad the point is to score low.
Zombie Elf: I'm really sick with the pox.
Me *freakin' out*: The chickenpox?
Zombie Elf: No! I ain't no chicken. It's the human-pox for sure!
Me *looking at his mirthful face*: Are you even sick?
Zombie Elf: No. I just wanted to see you go bonkers.
Note to self:
Stop saying, "I'm going bonkers," around the children.
The Scribe *talking to her friend*: There's something that's been bothering me about life.
Friend: Like What?
The Scribe: I snuck downstairs and saw a movie my mom was watching. It was a completely real movie, not one of those fake ones. Anyway, they showed how if someone dies you can put a needle into their eye and bring them back to life!
Me *dying as I drove past a cemetery--did I really just write THIS post about parents (and Netflix) letting kids watch terrible things*
The Scribe *not realizing I was still listening*: Just think about all those dead people buried in cemeteries. People could have brought them back to life, but no one cared. . . .
Me *with a lot of explaining to do*
I racked my brain after easing her fears. What show had she seen?
Then it hit me like a fart in the night--she'd seen Lockout! I LOVE that show. But it's not the best for imaginative children.
To see what I'm writing about--IF you have a strong stomach--go to 4:30 on this clip.
Anyway, it's only Tuesday and it's already been a long week.
I might just watch Lockout again. It's filled with so many wonderful cliches that I get to turn my mind off. If you watch it, I hope you'll enjoy the silliness and hysterical one-liners proper people refuse to laugh at.
Hoping for a calmer week, for all of us,