When Madeline starts talking you never know what is going to come out of her mouth. Sometimes, when she's thinking "deep thoughts" she comes out with some funny things that simply must be recorded for posterity. Last weekend was filled with several such moments.
On Friday morning Madeline excitedly asked me about the "bread balls" that Bryan had made the night before while the girls were in bed. "What?" I asked her. The bread balls of which she spoke were what the rest of us call rolls. Bryan made rolls from a pizza dough that he made a few days before that we hadn't used. We were hungry and thought homemade rolls would hit the spot.
The funny thing about the "bread balls" is she knows what rolls are, and the rolls Bryan made looked just like the ones we eat at Bertucci's.
Friday was clearly Madeline's day for astounding comments. For the past six months Bryan and I have been talking about buying a freezer. Four of those six months were filled with weekends where the freezer was getting ordered THIS. WEEKEND. This past weekend was finally the weekend where we actually ordered it. Over half of our freezer is filled with little bags of breast milk which no one is drinking since a certain little person only takes a bottle a few times a month.
Anyway, I've digressed a bit. So we're in Lowes on Friday night looking at freezers, again. Madeline runs over to me and tells me I have to see this fridge. I explained that we're not looking for a fridge since ours is just fine. She's persistent. This fridge needs to be looked at. Want to know why? If you're drinking something, swallow it right now. Ok, the fridge LIGHTS. UP. Yup. You read that right. So I told her all of them do. "No, they don't! This one even has a switch to turn it on and off!" At this point I need to call Bryan over. "Our's lights up," I tell her. "But this one has a switch! " she insists. I then had to explain that our's has one, too. She didn't believe me, because you know, I lie about things like lightbulbs in refrigerators. The next day I proved that our light up fridge has a switch and that it really goes dark when you close the door. How is this child ten and a half and just discovering this?
Saturday night at dinner Madeline tells us she's been thinking. "Daddy, you should grow a handlebar mustache!" I wish we had a video of our reaction. Why she even thought this would be a good look for Bryan is beyond me. We're not even sure where she came up with this. We all had a good laugh over that one, but Madeline seemed pretty confident that Bryan should really give it a try.
To round out the goofy musings of Madeline we have a little gem about Indian Burn. For those of you who don't know what this is, it's when someone has a sunburn and another person goes up to that person, grabs their arm with both hands and twists them in opposite directions. A classmate was kind enough to do this to me when I had a very bad burn when I was a senior in high school. Quite painful. Anyway, Madeline's friend who is Indian (not sure if she's India Indian or Native American Indian--hard to get an accurate ethnic description from a ten year old) told her that Indians don't feel Indian Burn. So Madeline was wondering why they don't feel it. I had to explain that everyone has nerve endings in their skin and the color of your skin or your ethnicity doesn't change that.
Now I don't want to leave Ellie out since she also had a memorable statement on Saturday night. We got take out from Bertucci's for dinner. While Ellie, Katie and I waited in the car, Ellie scanned the parking lot. "Hmm...I don't see any candy-capped spaces here." I asked for clarification since I never heard of parking spots with candy in them. "You know, the candy-capped spots for cars," Ellie stated as if I've lost it. No, I don't know. "They're the ones for the candy-capped people with the little wheelchair sign." Oh! Now I get it. She was talking about the handicapped spots. Here I am thinking she's talking about parking spaces with candy in them and she was concerned that there weren't any spaces for the people in wheel chairs.
These girls keep us laughing and they give me plenty of blog material. I look forward to the day when we can tell these stories over and over years from now.
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