Heard in the car, 45 miles into the return trip of the eighth leg of ping-pong country back road trips that have lasted too long and happened too often in the past month:

C: Are we close to ANYWHERE yet?

ME: Nope, still NOWHERE.

And that’s the truth.

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The kids have been studying ancient Egypt and D was reading aloud about gods and goddesses.

D explained the goddess ISIS represented the perfect mother.

To which I teased, “Then I’m a goddess!”

To which D quipped, “And a myth.”

Hmpf.

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Overheard during macaroni and cheese lunch:

C: “You’re irritating.”

D: “You’re irritating-er!”

C: “That’s not a word.”

D: “Fine. Then you’re more irritating.”

C: “You’re infinity worser.”

D: “You’re infinity worser than anything you say.”

C: “No, you are!”

D: “Fine then. You’re infinity and two worse.”

C: “Then, you’re two infinity and two worse.”

D: “Then you’re three infinity and four worse.”

C: “Can I have a calculator?”

For Christmas, we finally succumbed to the wiles of DirecTV. We’d been living with stoneage reception for years, and finally got tired of watching what we affectionately called “The Man From Snowy River.”

So now that we have a gazillion channels with perfect reception, including multiple stations of cartoons and what look to be teenager soap operas, do you know what I caught my kids watching???

The Andy Griffith Show.

Yup, my kids have great taste.

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Here’s the letter C wrote to Santa this year. If you can’t decipher the hieroglyphics, this is what it says:

Dear Santa,

I would like a remote control truck that isn’t too close to the ground, and a normal model car, but not a small one like this…one about this big.

It seems Santa’s past gifts have missed the mark somewhat, so C’s trying to be as descriptive as possible;)

He caught Wayne searching for a remote control truck on eBay, and he told him, “You don’t have to get that for me Dad.”

“I asked Santa for one.”

Enough said.