We're driving to the beach on Saturday.
Me: Oh, I wanted to tell you that Philosopher-Mom (my family knows who I'm talking about) says that a dog could commit suicide by drowning.
Grownup Girl: Like 2 minutes after we had that conversation I started thinking of the ways dogs could kill themselves.
MusicMan (this is the first he's heard of any of this): A dog could jump off a bridge. A dog could jump in front of a car. There's lots of ways.
So, Kalynne, you were right. Our initial logic was seriously flawed!
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Still in the car. Discussing the fact that GuG and I both end up being leaders in group projects at school.
MM: Well, they'll just have to learn to do it themselves, otherwise what are they going to do when they don't have anyone as neurotic as you around... not neurotic, I mean, "driven."
GuG: Nice move counselor, that will look much better on the transcripts of this conversation.
MM: Well, I know this is going to be blogged.
Me: It will now!
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I compulsively normally do laundry every 2 days. This last week I didn't do any laundry from Sunday through Thursday (huge, HUGE projects and presentations at school).
Me: Boy, that's a lot of laundry. It's amazing you have anything to wear.
Danger Boy: Yeah, you do kind of suck with the laundry lately.
Social Butterfly: Yeah, I noticed it too, but I didn't say anything because I could see you were busy studying.
(Yes, I know they are capable of doing it themselves, but in the interests of energy conservation, neuroses yada yada, I'd rather do it myself).
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Danger Boy is getting a haircut. He falls asleep in the chair (this happens every time he gets a haircut) and his head jerks forward. No damage done.
Hairdresser: Whoa! You fell asleep.
DB (dryly): Yeah, she (looks at me) started talking.
Hairdresser (looks at me, shocked): ??!
Me: Ouch! Serious burn.
Laughter all around. What can I say? When you use the snark on them they end up using the snark on you.
It's so much fun to snark back and forth with your kids.
I've taught my Ernest to snark at bad drivers!!! Four years before he can drive!!
Posted by: Smalltown Mom | December 06, 2008 at 01:25 AM
your son falls asleep when you're talking! oh my
Posted by: gary | December 06, 2008 at 08:13 AM
I try to fall asleep at the dentist, but it has nothing to do with anyone talking.
I love how wonderfully Music Man fits in with your family.
Posted by: kcinnova | December 06, 2008 at 09:10 AM
I view snark as a sign of intelligence.
Posted by: Manic Mommy | December 06, 2008 at 09:39 AM
Your kids are too funny. Snarky is good, snarky is fun. Can't wait for that ... or maybe I should as I'm sure to be the butt of it all...
Posted by: Karen MEG | December 06, 2008 at 09:44 AM
So funny....still talking about the dogs doing themselves in. :) Silly
Posted by: Suzanne | December 06, 2008 at 09:49 AM
Shhh, don't tell, but really....THEY CAN DO THEIR OWN LAUNDRY. I'm just sayin'.
Posted by: Fannie | December 06, 2008 at 11:35 AM
I gotta fess up, I had the very same thoughts after your post .. about the myriad ways a (thumbless) dog could commit suicide, and yes, jumping off a bridge was one of them.
Posted by: phd in yogurtry | December 07, 2008 at 01:37 AM