Earlier this evening I came back to my room to watch tv (that wasn’t child friendly) and to sew another Angry Birds Pig .  Than comes waltzing in (he does this about a gazillion times during my “Mommy Time”…sometimes G comes with him just so they can annoy me) to tell me something “important”.  His first “important” thing was that parakeets are also called budgies.  We’d already talked about that 23423 times today.  I’m pretty sure he was counting on me forgetting that we’d addressed this subject.  He was just wanting to see what I was doing.

Geesh, the kid’s afraid I might actually “craft” without him around to supervise.

So ok he was spot on this time.  I had started cutting out some face parts for another A/B pig.

Than says, “Um, Mommy….what are you making?“  (he sounds really hesitant)

Me:  “I’m going to make another Angry Birds Pig, why?”

Than: “Well, I think I’d rather you buy the pigs instead of making them.”

Me:  “Why?”

Than: “Ummmm…well…I just thought it would be a good idea.”

Me:  “So are you trying to say you want a pig that’s not wonky?”

Than:  “You’re not mad are you?”

Me:  “Do I need to remind you that I named my website ‘badlycrafted’?  I know I’m not great at this stuff.  Of course I’m not mad, Than.  However, I am broke so…either you get felt wonky pigs I make or you have to wait a long time til I can buy these things.”

Than:  “That’s ok, Mommy, I can wait.”

Should I be offended?

This has been a banner day for Than putting his foot in his mouth.  Earlier we were at the grocery store and while standing in line he was staring at the two girls in front of us.  All of a sudden he turns to me and he THANwhispers (Than can’t whisper to save his life…a THANwhisper is normal tone of voice but with his hand up by his mouth), “Mommy, nose piercings are gross.  I hate them.  People shouldn’t get them because they look gross.”  The two girls in front turn around and glare at me.  AT ME.  What did I do?

Then I notice that both girls have their noses pierced.

Thanks Than…thanks alot.  I tell him (loudly), “Well, if you don’t like it, don’t get yours pierced.”

A few seconds later he pops off with this gem, “And Mommy, I am NEVER getting my ears pierced.  Guys with their ears pierced look yucky.”  With dread in my heart I turn around and yes…behind me….guy with grocery cart full of water and beer has his ears pierced.  Yet another glare in my direction.

I’m thinking I need to stay out of Safeway for a while…