April 13, 2009

Weekend What-Naughts

"Mom?" Savannah spoke up, "Are we on the fwee-way, or the five-way?"
I had to laugh at her mode of thinking.
We were taking yet another, sort-of planned but not really decided if we were going to go until the last minute, trip down to Utah for a couple of days.
"We are on the F-R-E-E-way." I said very carefully, hoping she would notice the difference.
"Oh." After thinking about it for a moment she went on. "We are not on the five-way? We are on the fwee-way?"
I did my best to explain, but somehow my explanations kept bouncing off of her as she became frustrated with me when I couldn't tell her where the five-way was.

A bit later, she comes at me with another one. "Mom, are we driving slow at one?"
Okay, I was really stuck as to the meaning of this one.
"Are we driving at one what?" I asked while racking my brain for the hidden meaning.
Rolling her eyes at my apparent lack of intelligence, she tried again.
"No. Mom. Are we driving on ONE!"
Did I miss this question on the driver's license test? It there a special road code lingo that I'm not privy to?
I'm STILL trying to figure that one out.

Strategically planning the 'traveling all by myself with four little kids for four hours' to overlap with nap time, driving was the easiest part of the whole trip.
No crib, new and fun surroundings, trying to get the boys to sleep at night while we stayed at my sister's apartment, equals a nightmare.
Not that having my sister pour Pop Rocks down them "Just to see what they would do" had anything to do with that.

So they were up very late till they were tired enough to fall asleep. Then, true to toddler form, they were up dark and early, ready to play. This made for a very grumpy day.

Yes, for the kids as well.

Still, in a lot of ways it was a good distraction from my sister and her fiance'.
Engaged people... so nasty. Ever notice that? Way too mushy... and touchy.
Okay, so they weren't THAT bad. I've seen worse from a couple of my other siblings... much, much worse.
Still at one one point I was SURE we were going to get kicked out of the mall.
I was ready to deny I knew them. That we had just magically ended up at the same table... and they were nice enough strangers to play with my kids... and buy them ice cream.
Hmmm, I wonder how my brilliant cover story that would have gone over with security....

And those dang gumball machines! They are always in the most strategic places. Parents can't get around them. They can't escape them! The kids ALWAYS find them and before you know it, you are several quarters short with colorful drool coming from the mouth of those happy little smiles.
And inevitably, a drool covered gumball will fall out and get put back in before you can warn them about the" yucky gross germies" that reside in public places.
Seeing as how the terms are so sophisticated, I'm sure a two-year old wouldn't understand. Not that he would care if he did.


I actually don't like chewing gum myself. I used to but not anymore. It hurts my jaw after a while, then my jaw starts popping on the right side. Ouch.
As a kid I remember buying bubble gum from the ice cream truck on the way home from school. (Yes, I did go to public school through third grade)
It was always the big, hard bubble gum that came in a wrapper that had the comics on them. Does anyone remember what those were called? The name escapes me.
Or was that before your time? Or after your time?
Did you ever buy anything from an ice cream truck? If so, what was it? I'm truly curious because I would have gone for ice cream every time but I never had enough change.
Hence, the hard bubble gum.

8 super cool people speak:

Heidi said...

I don't like gum either. The kind we had with comics was Bazooka Bubble Gum. If I could ever have learned to blow bubbles, maybe I would have braved the nasty taste. I think I bought a tri-colored popsicle from an ice cream truck. And maybe a fudgesicle like thing. But the age I was old enough to buy from an ice cream truck was around the time I stopped liking sweet foods. So the appeal soon lost itself and my money was safe. It looks like the trip was fun. And no broken...anything, right?

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

Ha! Bazooka Bubble Gum! That's it!
Thanks Heidi. That was really starting to bug me not being able to remember the name.
You never learned how to blow bubbles? Oh sad! But I never figured out how to whistle. Not that that's the same thing. =)
And, amazingly enough, the kids didn't break anything!! Yea!!
I am now a believer in miracles.

Tabitha (From Single to Married) said...

ha! Someone beat me to it (I had to look it up online though because I couldn't remember). I used to love those too, I think it had something to do with the comics. Propaganda, I tell you!

Tabitha (From Single to Married) said...

ps - love the pics of your son chewing the gum. :)

Heidi said...

I can't whistle either. Whistling and bubble blowing--just couldn't figure them out. The brothers tried often to teach me and I couldn't get it. Of course, they tried to do the same with burping. I'm sure my mother was grateful I couldn't figure that one out either, though it doesn't matter now that I have my "uneasy diaphragm."

Shara said...

Um Serene with four kids as little as yours I'm going to go on a limb and say that you and your hubby are probably a little more "mushy" than any of your engaged or married siblings ;)

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

LOL! Oh Shara, we'll talk after you get married. You will find that "mushy" has nothing to do with producing children! ;)

Mother Smith said...

HA!!!! Sarah...I LAUGHED OUT LOUD...when I saw YOUR RESPONSE!!!! You and I need to talk...(later...) (smile)

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