Kids Say the Darnedest Things, Part 6

It's time for another installment of one of my favorite recurring posts.  Actually, it's my only recurring post.  It's the little things these kids say that I know I'm most likely to forget as time goes by, so that's why I like putting the highlights in print.

Somehow we ended up on the mailing list for American Girl and Thomas Wooden Railway catalogs.  To this point, I've been calling them magazines, lest the kids know there are things that can be purchased in them.  They both poured over these catalogs when they arrived, but Mason had the best comment when looking through his.  He cried out, "Mama, I can't believe my eyes!  I think I need glasses!"  The kid is full of these types of comments - he's a class clown in the making I'm afraid. 

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I post a lot of recaps of our happy times on this blog.  Well life isn't always like that.  In this social media crazed world, all we tend to see are the highlights of people's lives.  But bad days definitely happen and I've had my share of not-so-proud mommy moments.  I had one of those bad days this weekend.  A bunch of little things kept building, plus the kids were not on their best behavior.  I snapped at them (in public) and broke down and cried in front of the kids (in the car) because I was so frustrated with everything. 

It didn't necessarily improve their behavior, but I did get some really sweet comments out of them afterward.  A couple hours after the breakdown, I had to take the kids to a birthday party that Mason was invited to.  On the way, Mya was asking why we blow out candles on our cakes.  So I explained about making a wish, then blowing out the candles so the wish will come true.  She says to me, "My wish is to be best buddies forever."  She often tells me (and Adam) that we're her best buddies, but after the morning I'd had it was like she'd said it for the first time.

On the way home from the party, during which over-excitement had led to a few more bad behavior choices, Mason had been talking about the presents his friend had received.  When we got home, he asks, "Mama, you know what my favorite present is?" I'm waiting for him to tell me about the super hero Legos or the ninja turtle play set.  But instead he says, "My favorite present is you as my mama."  I broke down again, but this time with happy tears.