It was potty training time in hell I mean at home, and the girl child was dithering over blue or pink pull ups. Actually, it's a game, because she only wants pink but she likes to DISCUSS because you know, it's important to consider all of your fashion options. I was on the down side of a headache, a big one, when Charlie starts flailing and kicking and crying.
I look over, and Miles is relaxing at the other end of my bed, several copies of Martha Stewart's EVERYDAY FOOD strewn around, as he thumbed through a copy, he eyes Charlie and starts to laugh. Loudly.
Julia is jumping up and down and starts yelling BLUE OR PINK BLUE OR PINK BLUE OR PINK.
Charlie kicks more, nearly clocking me, at which point I declare to them all that THEY ARE NOT GOING TO DRIVE ME INSANE THEY ARE NOT GOING TO GIVE ME ANOTHER SCREAMING HEADACHE SO EVERYBODY BETTER FLIPPIN COOL IT RIGHT NOW OR ELSE.
It was at this point, that my female child came over and said "Mommy, chickens have eggs."
I said "Yes..."
She says "And eggs have baby chicks and they are SO cute. But sometimes we eat them. Are you happy now Mommy?"
I am unsure at this point if I am having my ethics of eating eggs questioned by a three year old. It seems like I am. But then she follows with "Eggs make you happy Mommy! Right?"
So I said "Ummm, right?"
At which point she says, "You're weird Mommy. You're just weird."