...by any other name...

The kids were playing something and it came to the all-important time to choose your make-believe name. Caleb chose Brian. Izzy chose Allen. Maggie chose Tina. Joshua, my token blonde and only all-american looking child, chose Jamal. (He loves Jamal Lewis.) It was even funnier that the others didn't bat an eye. They just went with it. ("hey, Jamal, come over here next to Brian and Tina...")

death scenes

Joshua came up to me this evening and said, "Mom, you wanna see my death scenes?" Perhaps I should have been concerned, but I said what every normal mother of three sons says, "yes honey, I'd love to see your death scenes." He proceded to show at least five different deaths, you know, grabbing his heart, dropping to his knees, collapsing; or, sudden death with the jump up and the dramatic flop down. His brother Izzy soon joined him. Apparently this is a thing they play because they kept saying to each other things like: "No, not like that, you grab your neck first, then right knee to the ground, fall over and roll your eyes back in the head...yeah, like that."

more cool clothes

Jason once again was getting ready for softball. He had on a tight long-sleeved black shirt made from some fabric that absorbs sweat. (it's for under the t-shirt). Izzy saw him and said, "That's a cool shirt, dad. It makes you look really thin."

one hour later...

They are still playing Star Wars house. Caleb just said to Maggie in a very dramatic tone, "Mom, I'm a bad guy now. I am going to the dark side." Maggie said, "Caleb, pretend you kill me." What is going on over here?! I said firmly, "there will be no pretend killing of mothers in this house!" It goes on the list of "things I never thought I'd have to say as a mother".

playing house star wars style

My daughter is a genius. I know this isn't as short as my usual quotables, but this is something I want to remember. Back to Maggie; she finally figured out a way to get the boys to play house with her. She pretends they are Anakin Skywalker and she is the mother. So with the adaptation of allowing Anakin a few spins around in his space craft, it pretty much looks like your regular playing house situation.

She even has them giving her kisses goodbye, calling them sweetie, and telling them it is time for bed. When Caleb...oh, excuse me...Anakin, asked if he could go outside, she said, "No sweetie, you need to get dressed first." (good thinkin' little mama). Right now, even as I type she just told him he needed to go in the back room for a spanking (he was disrespectful). He said, "they don't give spankings in Star Wars." Well, she can ride her little "control mecca" wave while it lasts. I still say the whole thing is genius.