I have a serious appreciation for the absurd. With five kids under the age of 10 this is a big blessing. I keep an ever-growing file of ridiculous things the kids say and do on my computer. I started the file for three main reasons.
-- It helps me remember to laugh at the little things instead of being driven crazy by them. (Meaning both the kids themselves and what they do.)
-- Because I'm hopeless and useless at scrapbooking and photo albums, this gives me a record for reminiscing when I'm older and the kids are grown. (This will simultaneously make me very sad and very happy.)
-- My last reason is perhaps the most important. We believe in the Miranda rights around here and anything they say can and will be held against them in a court of Mom.
In a true food-geek moment, I named the file "Amuse Bouche." If you're a fellow foodie this needs no explanation. If you missed high school French or aren't interested in food trends, please allow me to translate. "Amuse Bouche" translates nearly directly as "amuse the mouth". It is, in food parlance, a small appetizer served to whet your appetite for the meal to come.
A couple of the recent entries in my amuse-bouche files were too good not to share minus any commentary:
This morning Liam asked what we were having for breakfast. I said, "Pancakes." He said, "Can I have as many as I had yesterday? Can I have twelve?"
I responded, "I was thinking of maybe a couple less. For you to have twelve I would have to make more pancake batter."
Liam responded sympathetically, "That's OK, Mom." Then he paused and followed in an encouraging tone, "You can make more pancake batter!"