Playing zombies with the boys, C pretended to shoot me. I didn’t pretend to die, so he yelled, “But I shot you!” I told him you can’t kill zombies with bullets. He retorted, “What about a grenade launcher?” Then I explained what a flamethrower is to my six year olds (mother of the year!).
While in the car heading to Michael’s, which is in a shopping center we go to very regularly, D asked what city we were in and added, “I don’t even recognize it.” I said, “It’s our same city. There’s the Target we always go to, remember?” D smiled and said, “That was just one of my little jokes.”
D asked me if he could grow up to marry me. I had to tell him no because I’m his mommy, I can’t marry him.
This morning, C pretended to be a tick, and D interviewed him about his life. “So do you drink a lot of blood?” “Yeah, sometimes.” “Do you like to drink cat blood?” “I like people.”
Playing Star Wars Battlefront (computer game), C turns to me and says “Defeat is not acceptable.” He is SO destined for Special Forces.
While swimming in the pool, we play various games. Often they like to be baby kittens who escape from a pet shop, and I’m their mommy cat who comes to find them while they’re lost in the woods. Today though, the games were “Weeping Angels Attack”, which quickly turned into “Swimming Angels” and “Angels Who Don’t Stop When You Look At Them”. But their frozen-angel poses were hilarious. Then it was zombie attack, and while we attacked D, he suddenly became the emperor and attacked us back with Force-lightning. Who knew. Then C had to be Darth Vader, killing zombies with his lightsaber. It’s good to have balance. Kittens. Zombies. Doctor Who. Star Wars. Y’know.
C can now open his eyes underwater, and does so all the time while swimming underwater. He phrased it, “Now I can track you down under the water.” Special Forces ahoy.
My mom sent Star Wars Lego watches to the boys, and they have been just nuts over them. C kept coming up to me today and sticking the watch in my face, saying “Oh dear, look at the time!” At bedtime, D checked his watch and said “Oh my God, look at the time!” I don’t know where they get this stuff.
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.
