Moves in Curves

This was just a short ‘un, down to the OBX for the day. Swimming in the sound, sifting for fossil shark teeth at the Elizabeth II, ice cream in Manteo, and Wright Brothers Memorial. The usual round, basically.

While at the Wright Bros, I attempted to instill a sense of the grandeur of history in my evil twins. I explained about Wilbur and Orville Wright and the first flights, and added “It was over a hundred years ago!” Twin A immediately piped up, “Dinosaurs lived 65 million years ago!” If this were Twitter, I think the appropriate hashtag would be #justgottold

A few pics I snapped on my phone. I would share the ones I took with the spiffy camera, but sadly, my Internet is still not working. I will try to remember to add them later.

The boys were laying in bed telling each other “riddles”.

C: “I have a riddle for you, D. It’s something that is square-rectangle and puffy and white all over and is for little kids. What is it?”

D: “Is it a pepper?”

C, laughing: “No!”

D: “Is it a carrot?”

C: “No.”

D: “Is it a little carrot?”

C: “No.”

D: “Is it a yellow pepper?”

C: “No.”

D: “Is it a strawberry marshmallow?”

C: “You almost got the correct answer, but you got to say it with nothing else.”

D: “Is it a marshmallow?”

C: “Yes!”

(both laugh uproariously)

I like to pretend to be scared when the boys, for example, attack me with dragons/dinosaurs/Lego spaceships, and C said to me today after I had been frightened of D’s Lego tank, “You always thinking things are real.”

This morning they played Candyland (stacking the deck) with two of their dragons, and D told me, “We playing for the Gronckle and the Zippleback,” and C added, “Because they not real.”

We went to the beach today, and they had a grand old time for a while, but then it started clouding over and C started getting worried. He kept watching the clouds and saying, “Those clouds coming in awfully fast, Mama.” About ten minutes later (when the Starburst ran out) he decided we needed to leave. “It going to rain. Look at those clouds! Let’s go, Mama. We better go.”

Tonight is the final episode of Lost. First they asked if they could stay up and watch it, because they love the smoke monster. I told them no, they had to go to bed at 7. When bedtime rolled around, I reminded them it was the last episode, so they climbed into bed and D said, “You better go, Mama, so you don’t miss anything,” and C added, “Good night, we love you!”

D, pointing at a hospital: “What that building?”

Me: “It’s a hospital.”

C, quite calmly: “In case somebody dies.”

D: “Or gets a boo-boo.”

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We drove down to Boston, and as we were leaving the city, we drove under a couple of underpasses – roads that go under the city. The boys asked if we were under the water (we’re used to tunnels around our home turf, and these looked quite like tunnels), and I explained to them that we were under the city, not the ocean. Then we took a tunnel out of the city that actually did go under the harbor a bit, but it started and ended in the city, so the water was never really visible. I told them that this time we were going under the water, and D said “No, it goes under the city.” I try not to argue with five year olds, so I just said, “No, it goes under the water” once and then let them debate who was right while I drove. When we came back up to the surface, it was not apparent that we’d gone under the water. C looked around and exclaimed, “D was right! It went under the city!” And D, looking very smug, said complacently, “Yeah, I was right.”

My boys climbed into my bed this morning after having a “sleepover” in D’s bed last night, started hugging each other, and I got to hear this conversation:

C: D, I love you.

D: You pee-peed in my bed last night, C.

C: I love you.

D: You pee-peed in my bed, C.

Me: C, I think D wants you to apologize for pee-peeing in his bed.

C: I sorry, D.

D: You pee-peed in my bed.

C: You my best friend.

D: You want to play trains?

C: Yeah.

Then they climbed out of bed and frolicked off. C still has problems with night accidents, he’s a very heavy sleeper. D has them very rarely and likes to lecture his brother: “I stay dry all night, you pee-pee in you bed.” However, D has a lot of poop accidents during the day, and C goes on the potty every time, so probably he shouldn’t be so self-righteous about his nighttime dryness.

As they were leaving for school, C told me to make sure no one played with his trains while he was at school. I said I would, and he said, “You not going to invite people over to play with my trains?” Cause I do that regularly, y’know. I have tea parties and my friends come over and we all play Thomas the Tank Engine, and if we’re really going to get crazy, maybe even build some Lego rocketships. Whee!