If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all

I am just having one of those bad days. I am crabby, so the kids are crabby.

I am tired of the cold.
I am tired of the snow.
I am tired of the whining.
And the snotty noses.

I wish I had a lot of dessert to eat.

And I know here in the world of blog, we are supposed to put a funny or poignant or happy spin on whatever is going on in our lives. But I got nothing for ya.

Thankfully, I have been saving up kid comments for a moment like this:

1. The boys were SO EXCITED to see some grass today. They were all ready to head for the park, winter is OVER! I said it wasn't. Deacon asked if it was going to last for 15 more years. I said that it feels like it, but for everything there is a season.

2. Deacon and Roman were looking at pictures of Deacon right after he was born. Deacon said, "oh look! There is my new penis!" He was kind of in a sitting position Then he looked at the picture more carefully and saw the little yellow clippy on his belly button and decided that the whole thing was probably just a pacifier. Whatever. I didn't weigh in.

3. There is a part in the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything movie where one bad pirate calls the other one a "ninny". Deacon said, "I guess he called him a mini because he is so small." So that is the new ultimate insult at our house...."youuuuu minnniiiii!". Once again, whatever. I didn't correct him.

4. Roman announced that his puggles (Awana 2-3 year olds) group has 2 songs that they sing: 1. Surf's Up and 2. "We are the Puggles that don't do anything".

I gotta check with Teacher Ruby, but I kind of think this is all just in Roman's imagination of a perfect social situation. There are four components: 1. Teacher Ruby 2. The snacks in Teacher Ruby's bag 3. Surfing and 4. Pirates.