Me (joking): "So kids, what did you get me for Christmas?"
7 year old (totally serious): "We didn't get you anything yet, you have to go to the store and pick it out for yourself after Christmas."
"You can pick whatever color you want. Like green. Or pink, I guess. Or green."
"Also, I'm not going to tell you what it is, but it has tires."
Me: "Oh gee. I have no idea what it could possibly be. Can I put a horn on it?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "Does it have pedals?"
Him: "Yeah. But I won't tell you what it is, Mom, you have to wait until Christmas! Then I'll tell you and then you have to wait to go pick out your own."
Me: "Is it big?"
Him: "Yeah. And you can ride on it."
Me: "It must be a kite."
Him: "ITS NOT A KITE!"
Me: "Oh, well, that was just a guess. Because your hints have been very vague and I wasn't sure."
Him: "Kites don't have pedals, tires, OR horns!"




And yet he doesn't know why I left him out of the Christmas secret for dad. I knew within hours of their shopping trip that I'm getting a bike. H didn't know until he tore the paper off today what he was getting. Because the 5 year old keeps secrets better than his big brother.

I already have 2 gmail accounts - one is my full name, the other has a G+ account linked to it. Not super keen on making a third account... 

So... nobody creep on me, alright?

Kid: "Mom, I want to watch the show with mazangiana in it."
Me: "Um... what?"
Him: "Mozantna?"
Me: "I don't get it"
Him: "Nuhsantag?"
Me: "Seriously... What are you trying to say?!"
Him: "It has a cat in it. He likes... maaaaa saaaaaaag aaaaaanttttt UH"
Me: "..................you mean Garfield?"