Gina

Following. From under a blanket with a flashlight and snacks.

Son: (7yo, laying on floor) I’m dead! I’m dead! I’m dead! I’m dead!

Me: I don’t think most dead people scream “I’m dead!”

Son: (exasperated) no! none of them do!

“They got money for wars but can’t feed the poor”

— Tupac Shakur

Thoughts and prayers are stupid.

Research, and action for change are where it's at.

So much to do. So much anxiety about doing it.

Son: mom, download blah blah blah
Me: what’s that?
Son: a game. See?
Me: (glancing at a clip of the game) No, not downloading that. It is a shooter game.
Son: (exasperated) They’re just shooting zombies!

Looking at the date on a coin, my kid stated “1997. That’s old.”
A couple weeks ago he stated nonchalantly that I’m middle-aged.
This kid sure is brutally honest.

After tallying up my points from a round of cards my second-grader says to me, “you said you have seven points? You have nine! Can you even do math?”

Mom: where’s my phone? I want to look up the weather.
Son: It is sunny with a chance of falling gnomes.

where is Clarissa?
we have some explaining to do

Just like Vegas..what happened in 2025 stays in 2025.

Every single day I strive to teach my kids how to make good choices and every single day they make it seem like they’ve never heard a word I’ve said.

Is it weird that my immediate thought was to create a GoFundMe account to save these?

Or they ignore the addressee on the box (not the kid!) and they open it. Christmas surprise ruined!

My attempt to teach bear safety to my son turned in a game of “Bear attack” in which he provoked the family Bear, er, dog to attack him. Much fun was had.

I did the classic silent treatment move.

Evidence that my 6 yr old is a budding entrepreneur: 20 minutes after his tooth fell out he asked “can I sell my teeth?”

Me (shopping at Walmart): “what am I looking for?”
Son: “Mama, I know why I get distracted easily.”
Me: “Mmmhmmm” (suddenly interested in matching holiday PJs)
Son: “Because I came out of you.”

@colleenaf.bsky.social

While Junie B. Jones checks out the nursery for the not-a-surprise B-A-B-Y she doesn’t want her Mother to have, in the new graphic novel version, my son calls the crib a baby cage and insists I refer to it as such for the rest of the book. He empathizes with Junie. “I don’t want a baby,” he says.

Overheard at the polls:
“I just moved out of this district two weeks ago. Nobody knows. I didn’t tell anybody. I should be able to vote here.”
#voting #drama

Me: (fumbling over a made up word in a kid’s book)

My son: (proununing word flawlessly)

Me: wow, why am I so bad at saying that?

My son: because you’re old

This is worthy of a bookmark. I anticipate there will be a day very soon when I send this post to friends in response to something in the news.

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This sounds like a whirlwind of fun! Remember water and to take breaks outside. The conference energy is fun and draining. Oh and Stop by the SLJ booth while you’re there 😉

Or is it from eating pizza for two days in a row?
Wait when WAS my last period? Was it right after the start of the school year? No that seems too long ago. <mild panic> BUT I’m perimenopausal. It is so rare to get pregnant RIGHT??! <frantically searches online>

Nine year old (dressed as the Grim Reaper): “Can I eat your soul?”

My son:

I do this thing when I’m stressed where I shove Doritos in my mouth mindlessly. I bet my husband thinks it’s sexy.

I am so tired of people calling things divisive when what they mean is that they were more comfortable when other people were just being silently oppressed and they didn’t have to hear about it or change anything

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