The things they say …

One night last week, the kids and I were lying and talking on my bed. Tage was yelling and rolling around and rough-housing with the girls and generally driving us nuts. I kept asking him to settle down, but he just got wilder. At one point he pulled a blanket over his head and started shrieking, over and over, “I’m a scary ghost! WOOOOOOOO!”
Finally, I exclaimed, “Tage, you’re making us crazy!”

“Crazy?” he asked, “I not crazy.” He whipped the blanket off his head and held up his hands, looking the very picture of reason. “Look,” he told us, “I perfectly normal.”
This past Friday Lydia was getting ready to go to a birthday party, and she asked me if she could use some of a scented lotion that I have. I said she could, and a few minutes later she came to me and said she had a bit of a problem. I looked up and saw that she had rivers of lotion running down her forearms. “I tried to take just a little, but it came out too fast,” she told me.
I helped her get most of the lotion off, leaving just a small amount for her to rub into her hands.

“That’s better,” she said. “I don’t want to smell super good.”
This afternoon all of us were in the car coming back from town and Petra started crying.
“Ohhh, what’s the matter, Petra?” I asked in my soothing, mommy voice.

“I think she sad,” Tage offered.

“She’s probably getting tired,” I told him.

“No,” he said matter-of-factly. “I made her sad.”
A few weeks ago, on June 21, Lydia and I were driving to town for our monthly lunch date. During a lull in the conversation, I said, “Hey, Lydi, you know what? Today’s the longest day of the year.”
“Is it?” she asked.

“Yep.”

“Oh,” she mused, “I thought it was Långfredag.”

(In Swedish, Good Friday is called Långfredag, which translates to “Long Friday.”

beverlyrevelry

Someone keeps moving my chair.

1 thought on “The things they say …”