fight songs are confusing - part 2

Story #2: Anth Interprets an Ohio State Fight Song.

at the top of each month, we go out to dinner as a family.
this month, we went to Uno Chicago Grill for some deep dish.
yum.
on our way in, i was telling bernie about Story #1 (see below)
at this point, anth starts singing "I Wanna Go Back" with quite a bit of moxy.
when he got to the lyric, "and when we win the game, we'll buy a keg of booze," out came the following:
"and when we win the game, we'll buy a kangaroo!"

i laughed.
and then i stopped laughing.
because i realized he was serious.
he legitimately thinks that when Buckeyes win football games, the appropriate response is to purchase a marsupial.

and here is where day two of "krystyne questions her parental decision making" came into play.
i looked at bern.
and i could tell we both kind of wanted to correct him.
in the end, we didn't.
but just barely.

mom...do you ever get tired of me 
teaching you new stuff all the time? 


-anth, after showing me a "little secret trick"on the game Angry Birds

multitasking

anth made it as far as he could watching the OSU v Marshall game before he asked to play games on my phone. he was soon engrossed in his recent favorite, “angry birds.”

at one point, the commentator…commented on the extreme length of Cameron Hayward’s arms.

i asked bern if he was talking about his “wingspan” or if his arms were literally a little bit longer than average.

bern and i were discussing this trend in athletes when anth, without looking up or missing a beat in his game, offered up “or, guys, maybe the rest of his body just came out a little bit short.”

note to self: they are ALWAYS listening.

oh my gosh, mom! 
i have been waiting to have this my WHOLE LIFE!
thank you!

(pause)

um...what is it? 


-anth, gratefully confused by the cotton candy i brought home from a Student Life event today

Fettuccine Alfredo- it's like mac and cheese for grown ups.

- anth, regarding his pre-school lunch menu

humble

i was sitting on the floor with the boys getting them into their jammies after bathtime. 

we were having an i-love-you-more contest. (wholesome, i know.) 

anth touched the top of my head and declared, “i love you all the way up to here!”

then he paused for a moment, visibly in thought. 

“i guess that means all you have to do is stand up and i’ll love you even more.” 

anth stands up, pulls up his jammie bottoms, and looks back at me over his shoulder, 

“gosh, i’m smart.” 

sitter story: scooby couture (8.21.10)

• (kindly submitted by Kelsey Tschanen...RA/babysitter from 8.18.2010 post/co-director of OSU's Off The Lake Productions, my favorite collection of people ever/wonderful human)
• Scene: So we're sitting on the couch watching a Scooby Doo movie and I made a mental note that they had updated some of the gang's usual 70s attire with a more modern version. Fred, in particular, was wearing a blue shirt and a khaki cargo vest instead of his staple white v-neck sweater. As Fred was getting ready for dinner, he pulled an orange (what I called) scarf out of the drawer, put it on, frowned, and said "Nah", before throwing it back in the drawer. In seeing this, I let out a small chortle. The conversation proceeded as follows:
• Anth: What's so funny?
• Kelsey: Well, back when I was young and watched this show, Fred wore that orange scarf ALL the time, so the fact that he thought it looked silly and put it back in the drawer is funny.
• Anth: Scarf?
• Kelsey: Yeah, that orange thing he had around his neck.
• *Anthony got kinda quiet, but I didn't think too much of it.
• *3 mins later
• Anth: Did you mean "ascot" earlier?
• Kelsey: .....I....uh......huh?!
• Anth: Fred put on an ascot, not a scarf. You probably just forgot what it was called... It's ok, though, it happens to me all the time.
• (personally, i wonder if he spent those 3 minutes searching for the right word...or debating if he should or shouldn't correct the babysitter)

not quite there yet

at work yesterday, a colleague shared a “This I Believe” segment from NPR that i found particularly touching.

it included 30 “i believe…” statements generated by a 5-year-old.

a, in my opinion, extremely centered 5-year-old. 

(http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=99478226)

in my brilliance, i came home and asked Anth if he could share the things he believes.

i thought it would be a wonderful keepsake.

so i grabbed the pen-on-a-lanyard that was sitting on the counter and a notebook and sat down with him. 

this is what he offered…

1. i believe that monsters are real… even though i know they aren’t. 

2. i believe that daddies are strong and think a lot

(anth pauses. general look of disinterest in mommy’s project, followed by flash of inspiration. takes pen out of my hand, and puts the lanyard around my neck.)

3. i believe you should wear this pen, mom…so that you can write down whatever your boss tells you to. 

(end scene)

…perhaps we’ll try this again at 6.

when i grow up

• Background: my husband has been working on an evening MBA program for the last two years. we have both worked full-time on the same campus for 8 years.
• while driving to daycare this morning, i explained to the boys that they would have a new babysitter tomorrow night and that she is an RA
• Anth: she's an RA like you, mom?
• Me: do you think I'm an RA, hon?
• Anth: yeah...
• Me: what do you think RAs do?
• Anth: i dunno. Probably play on their computers all day?
• Me: hmmmm...
• Realization #1: my son has probably been telling the child care staff that I am an RA and my husband is a student
• Realization #2: i have a brand new, 3-foot, generation to which i need to explain my career choice and the fact that i am, actually, no longer a student
• fantastic...

oh man! this stuff is really spicin' out my breath!

- anth, snacking on nacho cheese popcorn