Kevin and I take the opportunity a couple of times a year to clean up our eating for a month and eat mostly produce, mostly raw, nothing processed food. We call it our “detox.” The boys understand what we are doing and that we are trying to make bodies more healthy. During one of our detoxes this year, Tommy had some potato chips on his plate. He said, “Momma! I’ve got detox chips! See, there’s potatoes!”
Almost, son, almost!
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Ricky’s first grade teacher retired at the end of last year. She was a good teacher and will be missed. The boys were talking about her leaving and Rusty said, “Mrs. Child is like 84 and she’s been teaching for 45 years! That’s why she’s retiring!”
His numbers might have been a little off … I’m not even sure she’s 65 yet!
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While at Bear World this summer, in the petting zoo area, there was a big pig. Kevin patted its side and said, “That pig is solid!”
Rusty immediately responded, “He’s made for bacon!”
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As we were driving through Targee National Forest this summer, from the back of the suburban we hear Rusty say, “There’s miles and miles of nature!”
We still aren’t sure if he was referring to the view out his window or to the map he’d been studying. Either way, he was right.
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After spending a day in Yellowstone, we stopped at Pete’s Pizzaria for dinner. It was your basic pizza joint, complete with plastic red and white checked tablecloths. Rusty informed us, “This is a really fancy restaurant!” I guess we should start taking him to a few more places!
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When we entered Dinosaur National Monument Park, the ranger we showed our park pass to was odd. Without making eye contact with Kevin, he gruffly said, “How many miles have you got on your car?” It was incredibly unsettling and made us wonder if we were going to be turned away for our old suburban! It was actually that the guy was thinking of buying a suburban and wondered how long they last. Next time, he should ask in a little bit more friendly way so as not to creep people out!
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I told the boys that it was Grandpa Dick’s birthday in September. Tommy asked how old Grandpa Dick was. I told them that he’d just turned 93. Without missing a beat and totally deadpan, Rusty said, “He’s old!”
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Rusty and Tommy were asking me to write their names in cursive one day. After writing their names and a few other words, Tommy went up to Rusty, thinking I couldn’t hear, and said, “Wow! Momma is really good at cursive!” Why, thank you, son!
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There you go.