We've moved

Since this blog was active, we moved overseas and back again. Now you can read about the boogers' latest adventures at www.boogersabroad.com.

Friday, May 27, 2011

More lessons from kindergarten

Shortly after Mo started kindergarten I posted some of the cultural things he was learning -- like "Girls go to Jupiter to get more stupider."

As the end of the school year approaches, I realize how lousy I've been at recording all of the other, ahem, important social lessons he's picked up. In no particular order:
  • Guess what? Chicken butt.
  • Mama had a baby and the head popped off [pops the head off dandelion].
  • Lame. This is word is now outlawed in my house!
  • Dude. Mo calls every boy his age, "dude."
  • Not everyone is a vegetarian.
  • Not everyone lives with their mom and dad -- or has a mom and dad.
  • Idiot. When he's upset, Mo says, "Everyone thinks I'm an idiot." Urg.
  • Crybaby. One of the worst insults, apparently, that you can hurl at a kindergartner.
  • The name of every kindergartner who's thrown up at his school this year. Trust me, I get updates all the time.
  • All the words to "Last Christmas." Who knew that WHAM! was so big with the kindergarten set?

Wednesday, May 25, 2011


Now that Curly's talking more, I love hearing his strange expressions and interesting observations. Here are a few Curlyisms.

When wind blew the blossoms off our flowering pear tree: It's raining popcorn!

After discovering my elbow: Your arm has a knee! It's your knee arm.

His explanation of being naked: Running with my [boy part].

After I told him "We need to change your butt," he corrected me: I need a diaper change, Mom! Not a butt change.

Friday, May 13, 2011

"Peep" show at Target

Before you read this, you should know that Curly's new favorite show is a cartoon about a baby bird called "Peep and the Big Wide World."

Our conversation today at Target

Curly: I wanna go home. I wanna watch a show.

Me: We'll be done in a minute.

Curly: I want my Peep show.

Me: OK, OK.


Me: Ssshhhhhh.


Me: Yes, Kid. We'll go home in a minute, and you'll get your Peep show.

Curly: Yeah, yeah. Peep show!

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Two bucks -- or 20

Dad asked if I'd stop at the bank and get some cash. The next day I left him two $20s on the kitchen counter.

We've been so busy, and he works such long hours, that we never talked about the 40 bucks on the counter. That's typical for us.

I noticed the money was gone when I woke up at 6:30 the next morning (he was already off to work) so that was that.

When he came home that night, he asked, "Did you have a chance to get to the bank?"

I started looking frantically through the piles that inevitably form on every kitchen surface. Dug through the bills, homework, junk mail, newspapers, edited pages of my latest project. Still no money.

Mo's been interested in money lately, especially when it comes to padding his piggy bank (remember Valentine's Day?). So I asked if he'd taken the 40 bucks on the counter.

"Nope," he said immediately. But then he paused and I could see him thinking hard. "Well, I did take two dollars off the counter yesterday."

We trailed him to his piggy bank and sure enough, he'd stuffed two $20s - or as Mo saw it, two dollar bills - right on top.