Once again my kids have floored me with the words that come out of their ever-surprising mouths. I think I'll start this off with the heartwrenching version and end with the hilarious one so that this post will end with uncontrolled hysterical laughter - the best kind of laughter to have.
We've been talking now for several days about making lists for Santa for Christmas. At the mature age of ten, Jack has realized that Santa does not really exist - but dear, sweet innocent Ella still believes. I have sworn Jack to secrecy and made it his job to keep the magic of Santa and his elves alive for his little sister. Anyway - we were on the way to Ukrainian school this morning when Ella suddenly piped up from the back seat . . . . .
Ella: Mom, can I ask Santa for Poppy?
Me: (confused) You want to ask Santa for Poppy? What do you mean?
Ella: You know, can I ask Santa to bring Poppy back?
Me: (silent - trying to drive as I digest this information while also attempting to control my emotions)
Ella: Well, can I?
Me: Well, you know, Santa can bring you gifts - like toys or clothes, but he can't bring people back to us who have passed away.
Ella: Man, what a rip-off!
Oh, the sweet innocence of children. I feel like Ella has all these thoughts swirling around in her little head but she doesn't really let on until statements like that pop out of her mouth.
So that's the heartwrenching story. Now for the hilarious one - brace yourselves. This is a good one. For some context, I have to explain that about a month ago my husband went out of town to one of his trade shows in Dallas. When he told us that the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders were going to make an appearance at the show, Ella immediately grabbed him and said "Daddy, you better not get in love with those cheerleaders!" and then she also said something to the effect that "Mommy is much prettier than those cheerleaders" which of course I liked. Anyhow, keep this story in mind as you read this ridiculous conversation that we had with the kids after dinner last night. I'm not too sure how this conversation started - I think I may have kissed John on the cheek at one point which then led to this . . . .
Jack: So do you guys still kiss on the lips or is that done with?
John and I: (speechless due to laughter)
Ella: Daddy, are you dating one of those Cowboy cheerleaders now?
John: (still laughing) No.
Ella: Are you going to stay married to Mommy?
John: Yes, Ella, Mommy and I will be married forever - for better or for worse.
Ella: (shrugging) Well, it COULD get better.
Still laughing uncontrollably I jumped up from the table to write this all down on a piece of paper, because I was sure that I would forget otherwise. Jack then asked if I was going to write about this in my blog to which I replied, "Yes, Jack, yes I am." How can I not? The beauty of this blog is that it allows me to write down all those little things that over time I would most likely forget about.
Ella seems very worried about these Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders. John brought home two autographed photos of the cheerleaders from the trade show. Ella took one look at it and said "Ew, they look like they're wearing underwear." I asked her if she would ever dress like that and she said "No way!" I will have to show her this blog post when she's a teenager - but let's hope I won't need to.
And life goes on . . .
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