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Hi everyone...once again, I am going to be moving my blogs to a different address. For those of you who put me on your blogroll, please update it to www.zokeybug.com Amel has joined the bandwagon and is now in charge of the blogs. I must admit, it looks pretty nice, so if you have a chance, please check it out. Thanks for your understanding!

Microwave

We have a microwave that doesn't work...or at least I don't know how to work it. So when Sonny asked me to warm up a breakfast sandwich for him, I told him to try and guess how to work it because I didn't know. He tried for a good five minutes before he gave up and just took it out of the microwave.

Sonny: Buggy Bug, come here!
Buggy Bug: What?
Sonny: Help me blow on this sandwich.

Sure enough, they started blowing on that sandwich. I really don't know where he got that idea from since we blow on things to cool them off. Anyway, after a short nap, I looked on the dining table to find bread, cheese, and no sausage. Did they eat it frozen?

No boys allowed

This week, we were at a local Starbucks hanging out with my mom...or Gramby as my older two call her, or Bammy, as my younger one calls her. Before we left, Buggy and I had to go to the restroom. The door was locked, so I told her we had to wait because someone was in there. When the door opened a few minutes later, we were both surprised to see a man come out of there. As he walked away, looking slightly embarrassed (and he should!) and not even looking us in the eyes, Buggy Bug said this:

Buggy Bug: (with her eyes really wide open) Hey, what is he doing in there?
Me: I don't know.
Buggy Bug: No boys allowed!

I quickly looked at him as he was ordering his beverage hoping he didn't just hear that.

Me: Uh, just go in, Buggy Bug.
Buggy Bug: There are no boys allowed in the girls bathroom, Mommy.

I agree. Boys...stay out of girls bathrooms.

Kiddie game

Buggy Bug: Mommy, you know what? You need a lot of people to play dinga dinga rosey.
Me: What's that?
Buggy Bug: You know, when the kids say, dinga, dinga, rosey, ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Me: Oh, you mean ring around the rosey.

When's the last time you played dinga, dinga rosey? Sounds fun, huh?

Obey or Disobey

Here's another conversation that they had one time:

I guess Zokey had done something that Buggy Bug wasn't too happy about.

Buggy Bug: Zokey, is it fun to disobey?
Zokey: Huh?
Buggy Bug: Zokey, it is not fun to disobey, okay? It's fun to obey. Alright?
Zokey: Uh Huh.

I don't ever remember telling her that it was fun to obey. If it was that fun, then she wouldn't disobey as much, right? I'll remind Buggy Bug that this is what she told her little sister.

Bye Zokey

My girls LOVE to talk. It makes me smile when they are talking together for hours. Here's a snippet of a conversation that I heard today:

Buggy Bug: Zokey, I love you.
Zokey: I yub boo, Buggee.
Buggy Bug: Are you going to miss me?
Zokey: Uh-huh.
Buggy Bug: I'm going to kindergarten without you.
Zokey: Oh.
Buggy Bug: I'll miss you.

So sweet, don't you think? However, Buggy Bug isn't going to be in kindergarten until next year.

Spill

Today we went to Target, and usually our visits there are uneventful...but not today. I was in the water aisle, which happens to also be the wine aisle and Buggy Bug walked by the wines and one of the biggest bottles fell and crashed open all over the floor. Of course, I was so embarrased.

Buggy Bug: Mommy, sorry for messing up your shoes.

What? What about apologizing for embarrassing me at my favorite store. I wish I could say this was the end of it, but it wasn't. As I was waiting for an employee to clean up the mess, she ended up knocking another bottle of wine on the floor, in front of a handful of witnesses this time, but this one did not break. One of the onlookers said, "Wow, that's one strong bottle of wine."

Finally, this kid is walking towards me taking his sweet ol' time with a little roll of paper towels in his hand. I knew this wasn't going to be enough because it was a huge bottle of wine with a puddle that started at the middle of the aisle, but since it took so long for someone to get there, was making it's way to the main aisle. Here's what that kid said:

Kid: Maaaaaaaaaaaann! That's a huge spill! Looks at his paper towels and sets it aside. "I bet you could get drunk after sniffing it for awhile."
Me: I'm sorry, it's my kid that made that mess.
Kid: Oh...it's okay...accidents happen. So nonchalant about it, he actually made me feel better.
Me: Is there anything that I can do?
Kid: Oh, no, don't worry about it. Just worry about your shopping.

That's what I'm talking about. Thanks, Target! BTW, if you ever catch me at Target, remind me to put Buggy Bug in the cart if she's not already in there.