Wednesday, November 24, 2010

When the Moon Hits Your Eye Like a Big Pizza Pie, That's...Amore?

Last night we had pizza.
Set the oven to 400 degrees and the timer for 20 minutes. By the time the home-teachers left, the pizza was done. Everyone scattered about their business, but Brett and i remained in the kitchen. I had hardly eaten, and this was the second part of our meal (First part was breaded fish.... Hey it's the week of Thanksgiving, we can be lazy). I stood watching him pull out the pizza slicer, then proceed to cut the pizza. First in half, and then in half the other way. And there, i looked at four large pieces of pizza, but alas, there were five of us. My stomach grumbled and i voiced my distress,

                                     "Too bad there aren't just four of us.."

Brett turned to me, wielding the slicer, and spoke:

                                     " There could be..."

What a creep.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


When Brett got home from school i pestered him in the usual ways and he told me about his day.
He revealed to me his plans for English and i gave my helpful opinion.
Nearing the end of our conversation i began to hum the same small chunk of song over and over.

Me: "Dah! i have this song stuck in my head. It's from one of the mac commercials."

Brett: "Well is it from the Mac comercial or the iPad commercial?"

Me: ".....iPad is Mac...?"

Brett: "Oh heh yeah, you're an idiot,"

Me: "Whaa??"

Brett: " er, I mean, I'm an idiot haha"

Momentary silence....

Brett: "Where are the tissues that were down here?"

Me: "I dunno, I was looking the other day, but I couldn't find them. I really needed them, I was definitely having issues."

Brett: "haha And so you needed tissues for your issues? Heh heh..."

He laughed to himself for a while after that one.
Have you ever heard of a wittier child?

Monday, November 8, 2010

New Slang

Whilst trotting with Maman through Costco,
Friendly women in hairnets and hats handed out samples.
Maman and I partook of particularly delightful Humus.

Tasty, tasty.

We stumbled upon Bretticus and his trusty Tall-child, Sterling.
Maman suggested they visit the Humus sample stand, seeing how she so thoroughly enjoyed it.

"Humus?" Sterling interjected.
"What's Humus?"

"It's something like a dip," I explained. "It's made from Garbanzo beans."

and here Brett continued to blunder:

"What? Garbanzo beans? No it's not!" he exclaimed, as he rolled his eyes and walked away.
"It's made from Chickpeas!"

Dear Brett,

Garbanzo beans and chickpeas = the SAME thing

The End