Once a month, the whole circus piles into the family truckster and all goes to get a haircut. Usually, only three out of five of us get our hair cut during one visit. Tonight, the littles were running about, and I was doing my best to be sure they didn't shuffle the hair products on display too much, nor interfere with the nail business clientele within the same shop.
The trip back home is usually pretty quiet. The clowns are tired from entertaining themselves (and our stylist), and it's around their bedtime by then. The ride to the "hair cut place" is usually pretty chatty. We look for choo-choos, notice all the other drivers, and stop at McDonald's for dinner along the way.
Here are some bits from that ride last night:
Sweet Pea talking about Hubby: "Ooooo! He said a bad word! He said S T O I!" Then, "I'm just kidding!"
(for the record, Hubby had not said any bad words)
Sweet Pea, referring to convertibles, or what Punkin used to call "Broken cars":
"They musta had a crack in the back and the top just fell off. They should put tape on it so it days on dare."
Sweet Pea, (she's a rather chatty little girl) talking about bugs she saw outside at K the sitter's today:
"We daw butterflies and roly polies. They tickle you!"
Buddy placing his order for McDonald's: "Chee-bug-ger" (a new word for him!)
Buddy referring to a passing motorcycle: (points out the window) "GA GA GA GA!" (that's for the sound motorcycles make -- What? Say it fast, you'll hear it)
Sweet Pea after Hubby burped: "That's 'gusting!"
Sweet Pea (yes, again) talking about a man driving a van passed us: "Oh my gosh! That boy put nail polish on his fingers!" (Actually, it was a nasty bruise on his finger nail. It looked (for a moment) like nail polish.)
And Sweet Pea (one more time): "Dares Walgweens!"
Me: "How do you know that's Walgreens, honey?"
Sweet Pea: "'Cause it has gween on it!"