The Real Jenty

This conversation happened this morning, while we were having tea in bed.

Connor: “Next time when I’m a dad, I’m going to marry you mommy.  And daddy is going to marry you.”

He says “next time” when he refers to time going foward, he hasn’t got the notion of a few years or tomorrow yet.

Me:  “Aww that’s lovely my boy, that makes me happy”

**Silence***

Connor:  “And Bradley… ummm… Mommy, can boys get married to boys?”

Oh wow, wasn’t sure whether to tell the truth, because a lie would just have been so much easier.

Me:  “Yes, in South Africa, boys can marry boys”

Connor looked a little shocked at that, before he asked why.  I then explained that sometimes boys don’t like girls, and only like boys.

And there was a little more silence while he digested this.

Connor: “I don’t like boys that much.  I think I’ll marry Jade.”

Snippet of a conversation this afternoon, in the car, while we were discussing what to buy for supper

Me:  Pork is made from pigs

Bradley:  also bacon!

Bradley:  And Connor, chicken is made from REAL chickens

Connor: No, no, no, chicken comes from REAL shops

I couldn’t help laughing!

Picture the scene… driving past Lifestyle Nursery on our way to a party, and Bradley notices the Llondoloza security posters, and this conversation ensues:

Bradley: “Ooh look Llondoloza signs.  A’s daddy is the boss there.  He’s the boss of the security men.  Mommy, does he also go to where robbers are?”

Me:  “Yes, sometimes”

Bradley: “Oh…  that’s why he has every type of gun”

Me:  “Does he?”

Connor: “My daddy has a pimple gun”

Me: “a what?”

Bradley:  “A paint-ball gun?”

Connor: “Yes, a pimple gun”

Bradley: “My friend, Storm has lots of paint ball guns.  They’re real you know.  We used them at his party last year.  We shot boards and stuff with paint.”

Me: “I remember, that was fun wasn’t it?”

Bradley: “Yes, and Storm is going to be in the army when he’s big.  He said that.  He’s a toughie you know”

Parts of that conversation worried me just ever so slightly…

I took the day off today to take photos of Angel’s final dress fitting in anticipation for her wedding this Saturday.  Because Connor is yet again sick (after only 4 days back at school ) he tagged along with me while I shopped up a storm.

So on the way to Clearwater, he pipes up “How do mommies and daddies get babies in their tummies?”

OMG seriously!! He’s 3 for crying out aloud!! I’m not ready for that question!!

**silence** **because he floored me with that one**

“Do they buy them in the shops?”

Oooh I was tempted, very tempted.

So in the end I said “The baby grows in the mommy’s tummy when the mommy and daddy love each other lots and lots”

And then he replies “Do you love daddy a lot?”

Oh boy “Yes I do”

I knew this reply was coming “So where’s the baby in your tummy?”

Glad he soon lost his trail of thought once I told him that he was my baby and I’m not having anymore because I’m too old

Connor saunters into the kitchen with his train “Look what I can do Mom!”

I look a little closer to see that he’s wrapped the cord from a pull-along train around his neck and the train is dangling down his back!

FREAK OUT!!

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On the way to the shops to get toys for them because they finished their star charts successfully, Connor and Bradley were chatting about the star charts and when they’re naughty etc.

Bradley says “I’ve learnt to accept my punishment now.  That’s why I don’t cry when I get time out, I’m just quiet. ”

Talk about digging a knife into my heart and twisting it!! That hurt!!

A conversation overheard between Bradley and Connor this evening:

Connor chanting in a sing-song voice in the bathroom as they’re getting into the bath “boys are special, boys are special, boys are special”

Bradley “Girls are special too”

Connor “No, they’re not”

Bradley “But then, is Mommy special, because she’s a girl”

Connor “No she’s not…. “  silence then “but she is special”

Connor again “I don’t like girls”

Bradley “I don’t like some girls too… but they’re all still special”

Awww, isn’t he the best?

Connor out of the blue this evening says “Mommy, why is my brain hiding?”

It took me quite a while to figure out what he meant .  He really can’t work out why his brain isn’t on the outside of his head!

Remember the post on my photoblog the other day about Bradley getting the term merit?  Well, Lance was cornered by the teacher this morning about it.

Apparently it wasn’t just term merit – it was the year’s merit! She said he’s streaks ahead of the other kids in the class academically.  And the cherry on top for her, was the way that he handled the bullying saga a few weeks ago… she’s very impressed with him apologising the next day and making sure that him and the child in question are now OK about it.

I’m so proud of him

Then, I have to tell you about this conversation I had with him in the car yesterday morning.  We’d been discussing the time because we were late for their hair appointments, and I said that the time was the next thing I had to teach him… well, that and tying his shoe laces.

To which he responds “Mom, you know the plastic bits on the ends of shoe laces?  That’s called an aglet”

LOL! He stores the most amazing arb facts in his head!

Overheard just now as I’m drinking my tea…

Bradley: Dad, did you go to Grade 12?

Lance: Yes, my boy

Connor:  And did you come back?

LOL!! Too cute!

We had such a lovely afternoon today.  I took the boys to my mom’s house for tea the fun way… Bradley rode his bike, Connor rode on his little bike scooter and I walked-ran the whole way and Lance went in the car.  My mom lives just down the road from us, so it wasn’t too difficult to do.

I was quite impressed that Connor almost made it all the way there.  He only gave up 3 houses away from my mom’s house and asked me to carry his bike.

Then, after tea and cake and a bit of playtime, we headed home.  This time however, we loaded the bikes into the car, and went home the easy way… but not before a beaut of a conversation with Bradley.

Lance was busy opening the boot of the car, which was parked on the pavement.  My parents were outside, as well as Elaine.  All of a sudden, Bradley pipes up “Mommy says that Daddy has magic hands”

LOL! What?!!  And we all packed up laughing, I’m sure my face was the colour of beetroot!  I don’t think my parents knew quite what to say!

So I said “Why did I say that?”  because I sure as heck couldn’t remember ever saying that to Bradley!

Bradley: “Daddy has magic hands because he can always open his boot and you can’t”

Hehe!! Thankfully he had a good explanation