8yo (on first day of vacation): How many days until school starts?
Me: You have two and a half months.
8yo: THAT’S IT?!?
Both kids (first day of vacation): Mom! I’m bored.
3yo: When’s my birthday?
Me: 37 days.
3yo: *sigh*
8yo: Can I go call on my friends yet?
Me: It’s only seven o’clock in the morning. They’re still sleeping.
8yo (to the heavens): Summer is the worst!
3yo: You smell like your baking does.
Me: Aww, really?
3yo: Yup. Just like poopy eggs.
8yo: I need to borrow the blender and some matches.
Me: No.
8yo: OMIGOD. You’re the worst mom ever!
Mommmmmmeeeeeee. I’m sooooooo bored.
3yo: When’s my birthday?
Me: 16 days.
3yo: *sigh*
Me: You’re not leaving the house without sunscreen and a hat. C’mere.
8yo: The horror! (note: he pronounces it “whore” and will often yell “The whore!” in a crowded public space, while pointing at me)
3yo (inspecting a mole on my armpit): What’s this?
Me: A beauty mark.
3yo: I’m pretty sure it’s your brain.
Me: I’m signing you up for camp.
Me to both kids every morning: Fudgesicles are not for breakfast!
Me: What was your favourite part of dance camp?
3yo: The eating.
Me: What was your favourite part of horse camp?
8yo: The swimming.
3yo: When’s my birthday?
Me: 3 days.
3yo: *sigh*
Mommy, I’m so bored my eyeballs are turning to stone.
8yo: Having heatstroke was awesome!
Me: How so?
8yo: You guys were like my butlers.
The Serb (to me every day after work): You really love that white wine, huh?
Me: Turn off the TV and go play outside.
8yo: But I haven’t seen this Scooby Doo before where he goes in the mummy tomb and Velma gets lost and… (proceeds to recap entire episode).
3yo: When’s my birthday?
Me: 364 days.
3yo: When’s Halloween?
And while I’m being their butler/cruise director all summer, I’m forced to listen to this all day.

I can’t even pick my favorite part of this post (although usually my answer is “eating” too).
Is it the beauty-mark brain? The whore? The sighs of boredom?
Anyway, how many days ARE there until Halloween?
I’ve already finished all the white wine.
I have a box of wine waiting with your name on it – cuz I’m all classy and shit.
Me: You’re not leaving the house without sunscreen and a hat. C’mere.
8yo: The horror! (note: he pronounces it “whore” and will often yell “The whore!” in a crowded public space, while pointing at me)
KILLED ME WITH THE FUNNY
It’s all them, baby. I’m just the transcriber.
You’re a technical genius posting sound!!!
Clealry, when the kids try to eat fudgecicles for breakfast, you should have a mimosa…
What was he going to do with a blender and matches?!
Love all of this!
It’s because I moved to the paid WP blog (cuz I’m all fancy and shit…as I’ve already stated…)
Blender+matches=homemade fireworks
Oy.
Why are 3 yr olds fascinated with moles?
THE WHORE!
Hilarious.
I am the whore with the brain in my armpit.
Glad to know that I am not the only one enjoying summer wine.
PS – I asked my kids what the best part of summer camp is and their answer: colouring!
We could’ve saved ourselves a lot of money and invested in a box of crayolas, a kiddie pool and some sandwiches…
I think this may be the funniest post I’ve read all day. Kids seriously crack me up. I miss the days of my son saying hilarious stuff. (He’s 16 now, and oh so cool *snicker*)
I think (fear?) that my kids will be saying ridiculous things into their 40′s. Today I asked my 4yo to do something and she responded, “Hmmm…let me think about that…what’s the word I’m looking for…ah, NO.” WTF?
Little kids are blogging GOLD! Gold Jerry…I tell ya…GOLD!
Hee hee hee
What was your favourite part of horse camp?
The swimming.
That’s awesome.
HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh god, I hate kids and summer. I am about ready to petition for a year-long school year, like the smart parents in Japan have.