Kids say the darndest things...

Karyl and I were playing Hi Ho Cherry-O this afternoon after her nap, and she has it in her head that after each round we have to switch to a different color tree.....well, since I usually lose and still have all the cherries on my tree sometimes I don't want to bother to take them all off and put them on another one....today was one of those days...

We were playing....she won....and she said "alright, time to change trees" and she proceed to switch her yellow tree for the blue one. Then she set it down and stared at me.....I asked her "what" and she said Mommy, you need to switch to the green tree" - I told her that I didn't want to change colors, I liked my red tree...and then she looked down at her tree and to herself said this:

"Rule of life #21: When we play the cherry game, mommy may not want to switch her tree when she should..."

I stifled a very loud giggle and looked at her in the eyes...I asked her where she got that from and she acted like I shouldn't have even heard it. I asked her if that was something Olivia would say and she just ignored me.

If your kids don't watch Olivia, then you won't get it...but if you've seen the commercials for the cute cartoon you'll see why it's so funny.

Oh Karyl - what will you say next??

Actually, she made me laugh earlier in the day too, but I couldn't fully appreciate the humor in what she said until my heart stopped racing and I stopped shaking -

We were in my room and I heard a weird coming from the ceiling - I started looking around and said out loud "what is that noise?" Karyl looked up at one of the recessed lights in our room and said "mommy, it's one of those flying bugs you don't like" I immediately pieced together the noise and possible culprit and got her out of the room. I then closed the doors and got the vacuum.

She then asked me if she could see the bug after I suck him up...I said sure and headed to the office to plug in the vacuum and prepare for battle. I then took about 4 deep breaths, made sure I had a good grip on the hose, and opened the door. Luckily the wasp had settled on the ceiling above the bed and he was easy to get too - I think when they come in through the lights they get burned and injured (or at least shocked) enough that they don't do much flying. So I extended the pole until I was just close enough not to alarm him and hit the go button and sucked his little buzzing butt up!!! I then closed the cap on the hose and took the vacuum outside where Karyl insisted on looking at him. I hadn't even found him when she pointed him out "mommy, there he is - he's playing in the dirt in the vacuum." Yeah, she thinks he's playing, I'm thinking that he deserves to be writhing in there for sneaking in to my bedroom.

So, I took the canister out and put it on the front porch with the opening down so he can't get out...Greg can empty it when he gets home.

I figure I'm not a very demanding wife and I try to help as much as possible, but this is one area where he can be the man and handle it. We need to find some sort of cap for the can lighting in the attic...surprisingly they don't sell anything like that at Home Depot. I found something on line that would work, but that involves ordering, and waiting...I'm sure Greg can think of something - but we need to block off the lights from the attic. While I hate bees and wasps and fear for my life around them, I'm glad that they are only showing up in our room and not through the lights in the kitchen or hallway....near where the kids are. If anyone is going to get stung, I'd prefer it be me and not one of the kids.

And people wonder why I'm not a nature person - because the little buggers insist on invading my space.

And that was my day....I didn't need to exercise, my heart raced out of control for about an hour after the wasp incident, and then I cried like a baby for about 5 minutes, which burned quite a few calories I'm sure.