thank goodness it's bedtime.

It's been one of THOSE days. I am exhausted and can't get in bed fast enough. But before I do, I thought I would write down a couple of funny things the kids said-- because we all know it just aint happening tomorrow...

Zack wouldn't finish his dinner tonight and when I told him to hurry and eat it, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "No. I think Hank will eat it." Hank is the little boy I take care of 5 evenings a week. Yes, we still watch him and yes, I still love him. He is such a sweet boy and lives up to his nickname "Hank the Tank." Zack's comment just cracked me up because he knows very well that if he doesn't finish his dinner, the human vacuum baby will most definitely eat it for him. Hank isn't a fat boy, just really solid and he loves to chow! I tried to tell Zack that Hank won't always be around to finish his meals for him. Zack looked at me and smiled really big while saying, "Mom, I think Hank is a BIG FAT Panda!" We all laughed hard, not because he was making fun of our little adopted child, but because he said it with so much enthusiasm. I am pretty sure he got that line from Kung Fu Panda ? but I can't be sure..

A few hours later, we were all on the squished on the bottom of their bunk beds having our night time ritual. Aaron was playing tennis, so I was in charge of telling the famous "sleep story." I hate telling made up stories to the kids... because they never think I am funny. No kidding, Aaron could say the exact same words as I do, and they all giggle with delight, but when I tell the story, all three of them stare back at me with confused looks on their faces. I usually just end up telling a story with a moral because it's always safe and (apparently) that is my duty as the only female in the house. Anyway, tonight I didn't feel like telling anything so I convinced Ben that it was his turn. And this is what he said. "Once upon a time, POOP. The end." All three boys roared with laughter and I just rolled my eyes. Seriously-- why are they boys so gross? But truthfully, I was just grateful that the story was so short so I could kiss them goodnight and leave them alone. I don't mind that they are still whispering and giggling, as long as they stay away from me. I closed the door to their room feeling like Ben's story describes my life perfectly. "Once upon a time, POOP. The end." Baby steps until the weekend..

Just so I don't sign off on such a depressing note, I thought I would leave you with one of the funniest things I've seen on TV in a long time (aside from the SNL political clips.) Aaron and I were watching a recorded episode of Ellen (I told you I was a big fan, even though she's gay. I really love her, but not in THAT way.) Anyway, Dennis Quaid was on the show and she made him enter a local Starbucks and repeat everything she told him in a hidden earpiece. It's a hilarious clip and everyone who has an extra three minutes should watch it...

I still have it recorded on my TV and have seen it entirely too many times... Aaron now comes home from work, puts his hands in the air and shouts, "DENNIS QUAID is HERE!" and every time he does it, I am reminded of why I married him... because he can always get me to smile.

Anyway, that's all. Must get sleep.