That brings me to today. I'm not sure where to categorize the many conversations I've had with my kids in the van. Sometimes I love them, sometimes, not so much. I'll let you decide for yourself about the following:
Ally : "My thumb hurts."
Mom: "Where did you hurt it?"
Ally : "In the shower."
Mom: (I was expecting her to say it was from learning to dive off those dumb blocks at swim practice) "How did you hurt it in the shower?"
Ally: "You know the thing you use to get hair off your legs?"
Mom: "My razor?"
Ally: "Yes. My legs were itching from the hair so I shaved them. How are you supposed to do it?"
Mom: "I'm really not wanting to tell you until I check out your legs. Did you take the cover off the blade?"
Ally: " Well of course."
Mom: "Did you run your thumb over the blade?"
Ally: "Yep"
Mom: "Did it bleed?"
Ally: "No."
Mom: "You really shouldn't have done that."
Ally: "Well you should've come back to the shower."
Mom: "Well you shouldn't mess with grown up stuff. Did you really shave your legs?"
Ally: "Yes. Why? When are you supposed to shave your legs?"
Mom: "I guess when you're 12. I'm going to need to see your legs when we get home."
Hayden: (after feeling Ally's legs and giggling) "Yep, she shaved 'em."
Ally: "I think you should buy Daddy one of those like you have. Was I supposed to use shaving cream?"
Mom: "I'll tell you when you are 12. What do you think your punishment should be?"
Ally: "I guess not take a shower in your bathroom ever again."
Mom: "Ally, that's not punishment, that is FACT. "
Thank goodness she didn't find Ben's head razor and decide her scalp itched.