Frump Family Randoms

"Judah?! What is THIS?!" I asked with my angry eyes.

He came running over and looked to the spot on the sofa cushion to which I pointed.



"A spiedow" he said, shrugging all matter-of-factly, as though it were no big deal.

And looking at the threadbare in places sofa cushions that are 15 years old and have been through numerous other toddler 'incidents' (including the Molly McButter leopard-spots incident and later the scented marker incident by both Jericho and his cousin K, and lets not forget the countless spills and wiped noses of barely-learning-to-walk toddlers)...well, I could hardly blame him for thinking that was just another canvas for his artistic endeavors.

Apparently somewhere after the 13 year mark, Scotch let down it's guard.

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After Jericho's recent birthday party, he had a couple of his cousins stay the night.

The next day turned out to be very hot, and so as a treat I took the kids to Baskin Robbins for ice cream.

Jericho, 13 year old that he is, was goofing around trying his best to get his cousins and anyone else around him to laugh, and on the way out of the ice cream shop, he was talking in muted tones to his cousins as though saying, "Watch this".

Suddenly, very loudly in front of a group of people exiting the nearby grocery store, he said in true Jim Carrey-esque, dimwitted fashion, "Mom, how are babies made?"

Punk kid knows full good and well how babies are made...but he did succeed in getting us and about a half-dozen people to laugh at that one.

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While driving in the car last night, Jericho said, "Hey, dad...does this sound like Yoda?" and does a dead-on perfect impression.

This morning, I went into Jericho's room to scold him for not doing the job I'd sent him there to do, and he looks at me with the most innocent face he could muster and says in perfect Yoda-voice, "Angry are you?"

How is a mother to discipline a kid that can so disarm her with his comical one-liners?

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We were at Wal*mart a week or so ago, and I was picking up a few things in the cosmetics section.

Our store provides these little gray baskets to put items in so they don't drop out of the cart throughout the store like Hansel and Gretel's crumb trail, and so I made my selections and moved along through the store.

When I got to the cash register, I simply lifted that very convenient basket out and placed it on the belt along with the rest of my items, and the unloading process was done.

My total, however, seemed to be quite a bit off from my mental tally, but having already tucked the receipt into the black hole my purse, it would have to wait until I was home and the party-popper effect of opening my purse wouldn't be quite so embarassing.

Upon arriving home, I put everything away, and sent the sack of cosmetics items via Jericho to my bathroom counter.

Later, I walked into the bathroom and was putting away those items when I came across a few things I didn't remember buying. A lipstick I'd looked at but put back and a powder compact. The biggest thing, however, was a bottle of pretty pricey liquid makeup.

I set it aside on the counter assuming that somehow there had been a mixup and we'd ended up with the stuff from the lady in front of me in line.

Just then, Judah comes meandering in and seeing the makeup on the counter his eyes light up and he says, "Did you wike yeow pweasant, mama? I buyed dat fo you!"

Sooooo....there was no taking that one back.

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A couple of nights after Jericho's birthday, while up late blogging, I heard some strange sounds coming from the living room.

"Ooomph!"

"Ugh!"

"Oh!"

"Ahhh"

"Heoughhhh!"

I glanced out into the living room to find Jericho ducking and weaving from a fixed position, his eyes on on the wall across the room.

It was close to Midnight and he was supposed to be asleep.

"What are you doing?", I inquired, tapping my foot.

He ducked suddenly, and grunted, narrowly missing some perceived blow. "Boxing! Man, this is a real workout!"

We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into when we agreed to the Wii.