A Couple Of Funnies

WooHOO! Tomorrow, I'm to take possession of my 'new' computer! YAY!!

Let the whole slug of new blog posts begin!

**Ahem**

But in the meantime, I had a couple of Judah stories I just had to get down before I forgot them:

I recently took Judah to the bank to open his very own savings account.

This was due in part to the fact that his birthday money was burning a hole in his wallet, and partly because I was tired of finding his Buzz Lightyear wallet in the bottom of my purse with more money in it than I ever seem to have on hand.

So we take it to the bank, and after filling out the appropriate forms and everything, I count out and hand over all his money for the nice lady to deposit into his account.

"We have to give her my money?" he asked, appalled.

He looked up at me as though to say, "Can you rethink this, please?"

"She's going to save it for you," I replied absently, trying to put all the paperwork into my purse where it wouldn't fly away.

On the way out to the van, I realized he was mad. I spent a good part of the trip home trying to convince explain to him how his money would be saved for him there.

Later, I heard him telling dad and big brother all about it, "...and mom made me give all my money to the lady at the bank!"

I guess he's still a little unclear on the concept of a savings account.

One day he'll thank me.

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In yet another 'flirting with danger' episode around here, Judah was chattering away at me a couple of days ago, and I responded appropriately with "uh huh" and "really?" and "are you sure about that?" replies...but suddenly stopped short when I heard, "...and if we have gloves on, we can touch the wires!"

WHAT??

I could see his minds wheels turning and knew I must immediately clarify a few important points.

"No, no, no...not just anyone can touch electrical wires. You can only if you are wearing special gloves and using special tools and if you work for an electric company like Uncle Sal and have one of those special cherry-picker trucks. Otherwise, you're not allowed to ever, EVER touch wires!"

I felt it very important to add, "And if you ever touched a wire with bare hands or even with winter gloves on, it would shock you (at which point I demonstrated all dramatically, "Bzzzz-zzz-zzzt", as though I were getting shocked), and could electrocute you! You could DIE!"

He looked up at me with this wicked gleam in his eye and said rather ominously, "I want to be a 'lectric man."

The perceived thrill of touching something that could kill him seems to be a recurring theme with this boy, as evidenced here, here, and here.

You know that tingly, goosebumpy sensation you get just after something scary happens? I'm pretty sure that's the feeling one gets when hair follicles give up the ghost and lose all their pigment.

It's a feeling I seem to experience on an almost daily basis, and the large number of grays I have attest to this fact.