Girls don't sweat!

Noah and Natalie are trading off all week on who will stay home sick from school.  Natalie started it off with a cough on Tuesday.  Not to be outdone, Noah had a 102 fever on Wednesday.  One must outdo the other so Natalie's cough got worse on Thursday but Noah gave up the competition and went to school.  Apparently he decided he wasn't really done after all and his temp spiked to nearly 103 on Thursday evening.  Natalie seems to be giving up the race and went to school today.   

I kept Noah home as a precaution but since his fever is gone and he seems to be bouncing back, I decided a little retail therapy would be good for me after the week I've had.  So, he and I were off to The Limited after Natalie got on the bus.

After about 30 minutes of trying on clothes, I said, "Whew! I'm working up a sweat!  It's hot in here!"

Noah was so absorbed in the game he was playing on my phone that I didn't think he was listening.  I was really talking more to myself, anyway, until he laughed and said, "Why are you sweating? Are you a man?"

Laughing, I said, "What?!  What are you talking about?"

"You said you were sweating.  Girls don't sweat! Guys do! Unless a girl is running and you're not running! You're shopping!"

"Well, it's pretty close to the same thing!"

He laughed and it seemed that he decided I didn't really know what I was talking about.  

Time for a haircut

The kids and I went for haircuts a few days ago.  Just as Noah sat down, she noticed a spot of hair at the front of his head that was shorter than the rest of his hair.  

She asked, "Did you cut your own hair?"  

"No!"

"It's shorter, right here, than the rest of your hair.  Are you sure you didn't cut your own hair?"

He gave her a sly look and said, "Well, you're the one holding the scissors!!" and grinned.

He's so quick-witted and it's freaking hilarious!!  Luckily it blends - sort of....

Random thoughts from Natalie

Natalie:  Mom - when I was little, I dressed up like a fly but I didn't bug myself!

Conversations with Natalie

The kids need summer clothes so while driving down the highway on the way to the mall last night, Natalie randomly says, "I want hair in my nose!"

Me: What?

Natalie: I want hair in my nose. I want dad to give me hair for my nose.

My mind scans back to a conversation with Noah 3 days ago when he asked where boogers some from and I assume this is where her line of random questioning comes from... (wrong!!)

Me: Hair in your nose? Why?

Natalie: Yes - hair in my nose. Like here (and put her finger just inside her nostril). I want dad to give me hair for my nose.

Me: Okay? But why?

Natalie: Because Grampa Dirt has hair in his nose and I want hair in my nose like grampa's. I wonder if dad will give me hair in my nose. I'm going to ask him when he calls if he'll bring me some hair for my nose.

Me: Um - sure.... you can ask him (what else was I supposed to say?!)