The thinks they can think.

Okay, for starters I'm going to have to give you a visual to set the stage for a conversation I overheard while waiting in the car with the kids. Olivia, she's my Bunker as you know. And she's my "blonde moments" blond . And well, she's even my personal scale of justice (that is, she sometimes mistakenly thinks she is.) But all facets considered, she's my dear daughter, just as God intended. And sometimes? Well (Toni shakes head) sometimes she just cracks. me. up.
But first, the prelude to the visual.

Okay, so. A few weeks ago, she was outside playing when she got a Who in her eye (Who: a little dustball with lifeform on board, lol. Cute movie, btw. And yes, she once told us she had a Who in her eye after getting dust in it.) So in her own words, she had a Who in her eye and thus became, how do I put this, a bit dramatic in presentation.

"It huuuuuurts!"

"There's something in there pinching my eyeball."

"I can't seeeeeeeee!"

People, her dad and I are alot of things but heartless is not one of them. Her dad checked her eyeball. I all but stretched it over the top of her forehead to look for no-see'ms. And I might add those little buggers are good too because, wouldn't you know it, I no see'd 'em. Sawed 'em. Saw. I didn't saw them. I mean, SEE them. Uh, never mind.

So, my innovative funny girl came up with her own solution to a bothersome eyeball. One I'm sure you'll agree was nothing short of genius. One that allowed her to continue playing with neighborhood friends in spite of her trauma. Albeit one that made me shake my head in amazement at what my girl thinks up. Enough with the words. Here's the visual.


Oh, you know you wish your kid came up with it. Nope, sorry. This one belongs to my little Einstein and mine only.

And now for a conversation between siblings in the van, as overheard by their mother in the front row. My, how the brilliance must have blinded passers by.

Reece: "Ow! My tooth hurts."
Olivia: "You'll have to go to the dentist."
Reece: "Nut-uh!"
Olivia: "Nuh huh. That's what the dentist is for. To fill a rotten tooth."
Reece: "Is my tooth rotten?"
Olivia: "Uh huh. It is."
Reece: "How does he fix it?"
Olivia: "He has to fill it after he gives you a shot."
Reece:(getting nervous) "A shot? Where does he put the shot?"
Olivia: "In your uvula."
Reece: "What? In my uve-lee-lah? Will he put a bandaid on it?"
Olivia: (taunting) "Nope!"
Reece: (insisting) He's not gonna put a shot in my uve-lee-lah!"
Olivia: "Is too. Just like he did to me when he had to pull out my two fangs."

OY VEY!

Hey now, at least we de-fanged her!

(Wild thing.)

Toni