questions

The following are the questions asked of me in the car this morning in a period of about 10 minutes. I think you will enjoy this.

Sam: When you get your driver's license, do you practice on a track?
Joe: Do they come to your house?
Me: Who?
Joe: The people.
Me: No, you go to the Dept of Motor Vehicles, take a written test, then someone drives with you on the real road to test your actual driving.
Pete: How old do you have to be to go without a [car]seat in Ohio?
Joe: Do they have a camera in here to see what you're doing?
Me: "They" who?
Joe: The 'department' people, to see where you are and stuff.
Me: No, I already have my license, so they don't need to know where I am.
Joe: How long have we been in our old house?
Me: Huh?
Joe: The one on Mississippi Road? (Avenue)
Sam: So are we technically breaking the law? (referring, unbeknownst to me, to the fact that I earlier let Janie sit in the front seat of the van)
Me: Huh?
Joe: When we move, will we take the kitties?
Me: I didn't know we were moving, but yes, we would take the kitties.
Joe: And the TV?
Joe: Ohhhhhh..Mom...cones!!!! (street construction)
Me: I see 'em.
Joe: What would happen if you didn't?
Peter: Is house arrest for just four years or for your whole life?
Me: WHAT?
Joe: Kids in China can go to prison when they're four.
Sam: Yeah, if their family did something bad.
Pete: Is prison under your porch?
Me: ????????????????????? I need a double espresso and a chocolate cream filled long john.

This is for real, folks. I have no idea where some of these questions com from, but this wild stream of consiousness is the everyday norm. Particularly in the van. Welcome to my world.

pests and chinese water torture

Okay, I really haven't given up on my blog. I still read others' blogs every day. We're still without a kitchen, and sometimes I feel like I wander aimlessly through the house with a shell-shocked look on my face.

Dinner? What's that?

I'm not complaining AT ALL. For real. This project is a blessing I never thought I would experience, and my husband is working his behind off on it.

So the other night we were out and about and Pete hollers from the back of the van, "Mom, we just passed PESTMART!!"

I laughed for a number of reasons.

This will be the third weekend in a row of me keeping the kids occupied and out of the kitchen so Tim can get it done. This is akin to chinese water torture. Just keeping everyone busy...just killing time. It's not their fault, and it's fun to just go to the park, etc. But you moms know how it is. It's kind of like treading water. If I was a really good mom, I'd plan all sorts of crafts and activities. But let me refer you to previous comment about wandering aimlessly with shell-shocked look..... besides, the last thing we need is more of a mess. So we'll hit the parks a few more times, ride bikes, eat popsicles. The project is getting closer to the end, and the kids and I have talked at length about what we will bake first. I think it will be lemon cupcakes. Mmmmm.

So if you're on the Quad City park circuit this weekend, you just might see us! Oh, and my camera battery is now charged, so I'll take pics of our big mess and post them.