Conversation with a five year old.

I have heard that some parents have to get their teens in a car alone to have a decent coversation. I had a real interesting conversation with my five year old today.

Five year old: Mom, I have 3 boys that are in love with me. I am beautiful and the boys like me. (Mom's thinking that we need to work on a little humility here.)
Mom: Oh really, who are they?
Five year old: Brennen,the boy at the playground and Chloe's friend. They want to marry me. (pause) The boys all want to marry me.
Mom: How do you know that?
Five year old:Brennen kissed me on the cheek. The other boy wanted to.
Mom: How do you know that?
Five year old: I made him blush.(Long pause.)Mom, when I grow up what if I can't find anyone cool to marry? (Apparently the 3 candidates were not acceptable.)
Mom: Well you might be a worker and then you won't have to worry about it.
Five year old: I think I will pray that God will send me someone cool to marry.
(Mom is about choking with laughter by now. I think the worker alternative was not acceptable either)(There is another pause)
Five year old: Mom, I wish we had stars to wish upon. ( It looks like we need to pull out all stops at this one)
Unfortnately this conversation came to a halt as we arrived back home. I really wondered how it would have continues. For future husbands, the above picture is what this beauty queen looks like.

From the annuals of Thompson Family History

I promised a story of life in the Thompson Family. We have many funny and interesting stories. Dane was always the quiet child. Never too much problem. As they say, still waters run deep and Dane was always highly competitive. Our all time funniest story was the day that Dane decided to fly.
I always had a really relaxed attitude toward the kids playing and fortunately we didn't have any serious mishaps. One day the kids were entertaining themselves by taking their bikes over homemade ramps. As kids do they, have to get a little more air as the day goes on. Kent came up with the brilliant idea that they would take a quarter inch piece of plywood and prop it up to the picnic table and jump that. He takes his bike gets a little speed, runs the ramp and nicely sails over the picnic table. Wow, that was easy. Now it's Dane's turn. We live on a cul de sac, so Dane decides he will start at the end of the street and really get some speed on it. So he start pedaling like crazy. His hair is pasted back, he has an intense look of concentration on his face and he is flying! Then he hits the ramp. The board gives in the middle and it propels Dane into the air about 6 feet above the picnic table. He looks down, eyes widened in fright, lets go of the bike and drops out of the sky about 20 feet beyond the picnic table. Fortunately the only damage Dane received, was a very bruised shoulder. That was the day Dane discovered flight.

Just when you think you've seen it all.

When people are the parents of 8 kids, by the time you get through the first four, you feel like you've experienced so much that there is nothing new. Oh yeah, guess again. Last night we had a all timer. I am pretty lenient and allow the kids to cook and use the kitchen pretty freely. Last night when one child asked to bake some bicuits, I said sure and nonchalantly sauntered upstairs to have a discussion with my husband that isn't interrupted every 2 minutes. Knowing this certain child, after a certain length of time, I told Dale to yell down the steps to make sure the biscuits were not becoming scorched, as I could smell that they were done. So one of the other kids, goes to check on the biscuits. You can imagine our horror when that child calls up the steps. "The biscuits look great, but the pan is in a puddle." We race downstairs to find beautiful biscuits, sitting on the rack, and melted plastic all over the oven. Our darling child had grabbed out one of my beautiful plastic serving trays that just happened to be stored with my cookie sheets, to bake the biscuits. And we thought we were about to have a nice relaxing evening. Oh by the way, if that ever happens to you, a chisel works great at taking hardened melted plastic off the bottom of the oven.