But because I am not a normal person, I will be reminiscing (telling stories on my kids and friends and family), as if THEY HAPPENED ON A WEDNESDAY. As if all the funny, pathetic, sad, humorous, boring, fascinating, wild, insane, tedious things have happened to me on a Wednesday.
One Wednesday morning, when Zach (okay, and here I must explain something...my oldest rat child is named Zachary -- and is not a rat. Rat child is one of my terms of endearment for my lovely offspring -- Zachary is named Zachary, but is called Zach, Zachie, Zeke, Zacharias, Zacherbee, Zachalodeon, Skunk Boy of the Universe...we are very fond of the nickname. The reason I am mentioning this is that I call him Zeke all the time. I know Zeke is not an "official" nickname for Zachary. I don't care. Bottom line...Zachary=Zach=Zeke. Same rat child.)
Zach was maybe 6, and Thor was probably 4 (totally guessing ages here...), they were upstairs playing in their bedroom. Suddenly Zach came pounding down the stairs, yelling, "Mom! Thor called me an asshole!" And Thor was pounding down behind him, yelling, "Mom! I didn't mean to say asshole!"
Slight aside here -- we are an Army Family. Being around the Army means being around swearing. Our kids learned the swears young. They did not, however, usually use the swears...
The conversation continued like this...
Zach: But you did! You called me an asshole!
Thor: But I didn't mean to say asshole!
Zach: But you did. You said asshole!
Thor: Mom! I really really really did not mean to say asshole!
I, meanwhile, am standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching my two lovely little boys say "asshole" over and over . I couldn't help laughing. I finally got their attention -- by yelling, I am sure, they were deep into their argument -- and told them to please please please stop saying that word, and in the future perhaps not use it at all.
It's one of those Mom moments, when you know you should be correcting behavior, instituting a time out, adjusting attitudes, and instead you are laughing so hard you just have to let it slide.
Zach is the blonde one, Thor is the little redhead, and their cousin Esteban is the dark-haired one looking on. We used to live near Esteban, and it was so weird how when I asked who did something - tracked in mud, left toys out, spilled something -- Esteban was often the one who did it, even though he had not been at our house...Funnily enough, Zachary was often the culprit at Esteban's house, even when he had not been there for days.