The One that Needed Cleaned

Gabe was home from school sick again today. He slept the morning away while I worked and then was feeling better in the afternoon. He played some Wii, some DS, and with Chicco for a bit. I was working out of my bedroom and he would occasionally come in to chat or use my bathroom.

When Gabe is serious about something, he uses his hands when he is talking. He puts both hands out, palms flat and facing each other. Today, he came in and went into the bathroom. I heard the seat go up and then down. He then came out and using his hands said, “Mom. You know that thing in there where we poop?” I said, “The toilet?” He said, “Yes. Well, you really need to clean it. Like under there – where you sit. It is gross. You need to clean that.” I said, “Ok. Thank you, Gabe. I’ll get right on that.” I then asked, “Did you wash your hands?” He replied with an “Oh” and went back in to wash them. He then came out and again with the hands said, “Mom, you really need to hang that towel up.” I giggled a bit and didn’t have the heart to tell him that he had been the last one to use the towel. I just agreed, “Yes, the towel should be hung back up.”

And yes… tomorrow the bathrooms, along with the rest of the house, will get cleaned. : )

Love this kid!

The One with the Password

Friday night Grace had a sleep over to celebrate her upcoming 8th birthday. Two girls from her school spent the night and the next day. On Saturday, I was downstairs in the kitchen when I overheard a conversation.

The girls had developed a password system to keep unwanted boys (in this case Gabe) from entering Grace’s room. Two girls, Grace being one of them, were in the room and the third wanted in. She was asked to divulge the password before being granted permission to enter. The only problem was that she didn’t know the password. So, they gave her a hint. It starts with “P”. “Pink? Purple? Puppy?...” And then I heard Grace say, “It’s something gross that boys have.”

WHAT? My head snapped toward the ceiling faster than a redneck’s nose can smell road kill. How was I going to explain this to the other mothers? They send their brotherless daughters to my house for a sleep over and I return them schooled in the male anatomy.

With great relief I then heard Grace give in and reveal the password, “The password is Pickle.” OH THANK GOD. Yes, we were still referring to the same part of the male anatomy but only in the world of Grace and Gabe where girls have Virginias and boys have Pickles.

Thankfully, when both sets of parents heard the story, they laughed. Hopefully, everyone is allowed to return to the Schrecengost’s house. It sure was a fun event for everyone.

Remember everyone. Count your blessings and not your problems. It makes for much better math.

The One with Grace's Theory

Grace was looking for a pencil box to take to school and Steven reminder her that she has one with a calculator built into the lid. She said, “Maybe I will some time turn bad and then I will use it to cheat on a future math test. I better not take it.” We laughed and she then said, “What, it’s just a theory.”