Not sure what goes through their heads

I really wonder what goes through the heads of the two little people I live with. 

The other night, Girly told me that her feet really itched. I asked if she got bit by a mosquito on them and she informed me that she was playing "Truth or Dare" with the neighbor's grandson and he dared her to walk through a patch of poison ivy with bare feet. Just like her mother, she's not one to back out of a dare and walked through the patch of poison ivy. I washed her feet and hands down with Technu to get the oils off of her so that it wouldn't spread any further. Did she really think, with the generational curse of poison ivy that we have in our family, that she wasn't going to be affected by it? Really, what was going through her head?

Then there's Zach. Right now, we don't have hot water. The propane ran out and that's the only thing we use propane for. Instead of filling it right now when we need to get our van worked on, Idecided to put it off and we've been without hot water for almost a month now. It's summer and there's always the pool to cool off in (or the lake or nearby streams), I've been heating up a pot of hot water to do dishes as well as for taking "showers." To be honest, I don't even miss it much. It's just become a way of life the past month. 

So, back to Zach. He wanted to eat a bowl of cereal and there were no clean spoons since I didn't get to those yesterday before needing to head out for student orientation at the college last night. He asked if there were any clean spoons and I told him no. He pointed towards the kitchen and said, "Then get your butt in the kitchen and wash some!" 

Oh yes, he said it. My response was to tell him that he could get his own butt in the kitchen and wash his own spoon and to show me some respect next time. Considering that he has no filter and there's autism at play, I don't get too worked up over things like this, but channel him in the other direction. Even with Girly, I try not to freak out too much. Hey, they're kids. They're still learning the ropes. I get to help with that while they're still living at home. 

Last week, Zach asked me, "Hey, Mom. What if we were all born with our butts on our head?" I wanted to answer, "Then we'd all be butt-heads," but I figured I didn't need to give him any more ammo in his language arsenal. He said, "We'd all have to put our whole heads in the toilet just to poop!" I have a vivid imagination and I started laughing just imagining it. How does this stuff go through his head?

Comments

[Brad Diegel]

Haha! That's awesome sis! I love reading about the things your kids say! I got the image of putting my whole head in the toilet to poop too, but then again that's something I might have thought of anyway, since johnny and I used to think it would be funny if we had to poop out our mouths! Keep the laughs coming!

[Kerri Martin]

Hahaha! That was fantastic!!!!