Conversation with Gracie while watching Jack and the
Giant Beanstalk:
Me: "Gee. The King looks pretty happy now, Gracie."
Gracie: "Probably because
his daughter now has a husband...."
***Later in the movie***
Gracie: "Uuugh. The princess should NOT be wearing
gold gramma."
Me: "Why not?"
Gracie: "Because. It ATTRACTS GIANTS! I have been
studying it."
Conversation with myself while grocery shopping after
a 7pm-7am shift:
"Should
you be doing this? Sleep deprivation and hunger are a bad combination..."
"Relax. I only need spaghetti sauce."
"Then
WHY are we in the candy aisle?"
(15 minutes and 2 bags of Sour Patch Kids later...)
"Seriously..I had NO IDEA they had so many
AWESOME varieties of KETCHUP!! Am I in HEAVEN??"
"Actually,
you are in the condiment aisle. LISTEN TO ME. GET OUT OF THIS AISLE. NOW. Its
NOT heaven. You are being HYPNOTIZED. MOVE!"
"Fine. DId I need cheese?"
"You
don’t need cheese. LEAVE. NOW."
(Five varieties of cheese later)
"NOW
your getting WINE? ITS EIGHT OCLOCK IN THE MORNING!!"
"Yeah, but technically its my bedtime."
"Ridiculous.
Totally ridiculous.."
(15 minutes and a Swiffer Duster, smelly fabric stuff,
and 6 sponges later)
"Gosh! I haven’t had a Nutty Buddy in
YEARS!"
"Your
thighs HATE you NOW! Put that back!"
"Did you see the box? FIVE grams of fiber. FIVE.
Anything over four is considered health food. I am doing this for MY
COLON."
"If
you seriously cared about your COLON, STROLL OVER TO FRUITS AND
VEGETABLES!"
"Fine. I WILL."
"SEE?
Bananas! Lettuce! Apples! CELERY! Yummy!"
"Actually, I’m getting kinda tired"
"If
thoughts had hands, I would TOTALLY...TOTALLY punch you right now.."
As I am sitting in the living room, I hear Gracie
running out of my bedroom:
Gracie: "Bye Bye BUTT HOLE!"
Me: "Gracie, who are you calling 'Butt Hole'?
Gracie: "Grandpa!"
Me: "WHY are you calling Grandpa 'Butt
hole"??
Gracie: "Because..He is my
friend!"
Conversation with Millie, who can’t form words yet, so
I translate:
Me: " Well, this is really our first time
together Millie."
Millie: "Na ba" (I cant believe my parents
did this to me.)
Me: "Say Gramma! Grammmmma!"
Millie: "Daddaa na" (I thought only
grandpa's had mustaches)
Me: "Look at Gramma! Say Gramma!"
Millie: "Bzz da mm" (Can I taste your
shirt?)
Me: "Do you want a nap? Wanna nappy?"
Millie: "Daddna" (Let the battle of wills
begin! Hehe)
Me: "Come on, Mill, put your head down on my
shoulder and gramma will rock you."
Millie: "Paaadna" (I’m gonna put my
finger...right...there..Oh, is that your eye?)
Me: "Ow! Okay, put your head down. That’s it...good
girl…now go to sleep.."
Millie: "Baa bop"
(PSYCH! Totally had you there...hahaha! NOT Napping!)
Conversation with Nate about having to learn a second
language:
Nate: "I don’t know WHY I have to know Spanish
Gramma. How is that going to help me?"
Me: "Maybe its not all about you. Lets say you
come up on a motorcycle accident and the guy only speaks Spanish. You are
probably going to want to communicate with him and tell him what
happened."
Nate: "I am fairly certain he will KNOW what
happened, Gramma."
Me: "Okay, what if you meet this beeeautiful
girl, and she only speaks Spanish?"
Nate: "There are millions of beautiful girls that
DONT speak Spanish."
Me: "I am making absolutely no point here, am I
Nate..."
Nate: "Nope."
Me: "Well, okay then. Lets change the
subject."
Nate: "Grammaw this is
TOTALLY inappropriate, but in Walgreens they sell this stuff that makes your
nut sack taste like grapes...."
The completion of the inappropriate conversation with
Nate, who I suspect is trying to shock me:
Nate: "Gramma this is TOTALLY inappropriate, but
in Walgreens they sell this stuff that makes your nut sack taste like
grapes...."
Me: "NO! In WALGREENS??!"
Nate: "Yep."
Me: "How much was it?"
Nate: "Twenty bucks."
Me: "And it makes your nut sack taste like
GRAPES?"
Nate: "Hahahaha! YEEEESSSSS! hahaha!"
Me: "Maybe I will get some and try it on your
Grandpa...."
Nate: "OMG GRAMMMAW! I can’t believe you said
THAT!"
Me: "You still want to
continue with inappropriate conversation?"
Conversation with Nate over a questionable decision he
made:
Me: "You know Nate, EVERY decision you make as a
teenager will affect you the rest of your life. Every single one. The bad thing
is, your brain won’t be wired for good decisions until you are about 25. So, if
you suck as an adult, you will only have your teen age self to blame. Kinda
makes you wanna make good decisions NOW, huh?"
Nate: "What?”
Conversation with Gracie in my closet:
Gracie: Ooooh
GRANDMA! I love these high heels!"
Me: "I do too."
Gracie: “Will you be dead when I am sixteen?"
Me: "Do you WANT me to be dead when you are
sixteen?"
Gracie: "Umm...No."
Me: "Are you asking me that so you can snag my
high heels when you are sixteen?"
Gracie: "hehe...I would NEVER murder you
Gramma!"
Me: "Well gee Gracie, I am happy about that..BUT
is MURDERING me an option?"
Gracie: "I would not do that."
Me: "How about I just give you the shoes when you
are sixteen. Then I wont have to be dead and you wont have to murder me."
Gracie: "Hehe. Okay
Gramma."