One thing at a time

Sometimes when the kids are both asking for things or asking for something over and over again, without waiting, I will say, in exasperation, "I can only do one thing at a time!"

This morning, I was making pancakes, cutting them up for Maxx while others were still cooking, and serving pancakes to Kyla.  Maxx asked for some water, but I had to get the other pancakes out of the pan before they burned.

Maxx:  Mommmm!  Water, please!  Water.  Water!
Me: Maxx, wait!  I can only do one thing at a time.
Maxx: 'Cause you only have two han's.  (If that's how he rationalizes it...  okay.)

Maxx: Well, I wish we could build a wobot.  Den he could help you.

Is that his fathers son, or what?!?!  Jedd will be so proud.

Wish List

Whenever the kids tell me they want something at the store, I tell them we can put it on their birthday or Christmas list.  Throughout the year, they add a lot of crap to their lists.  Usually I just nod and say okay.  Some of the items really do make it on to their lists.  Other requests just make me shake my head.

Yesterday at Costco, the kids got to sample (among other things) red velvet cupcakes and spinach artichoke dip.

Kyla: Mmmm...  I want these cupcakes for my birthday party!  And I want this (dip) for my birthday, too!
Me: Okay, let's try to remember that.
Kyla: And mom, I want a new barbie and fake make-up.  Can you put that on my birthday list?
Me: We'll see.  (I've had to explain that just because something is on the list, doesn't mean they will get it, or all of the items, either.)
Maxx (not to be left out of the conversation):  And I want...  a new pair of shoes and a suitcase for my birf-day.

I think Maxx may not get the concept of the wish list.  The other day in the grocery store he told me he wanted me to buy "dat," which was a bag of peanuts.  I told him we were not going to buy them.

Maxx: Well, den you put dat on my birf-day list?
Me: You want me to put peanuts on your birthday list?
Maxx:  Yah, 'cause I weally wike dem!
Me: We'll see.  And you know what, I don't really think you actually do like nuts, buddy.
Maxx:  Well, I do...

(He doesn't.)

Conspiracy Theorist

I have a feeling that Kyla will not hold onto believing in Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, etc. for very long.  She keeps asking logistical questions about how these characters manage their jobs and maneuver about, and why we never see them, and where they live.

Kyla:  So, um, well, I am just a little confused about Santa Claus.  How does he even get in our house and up the chimney.  'Cause... that's kind of a big, fat belly.
Maxx:  Umi Zoomi helped him.  I sawed that show!
Kyla:  And, I'm a little confused that he lives in the North Pole.  How can anyone even live there?
Me:  Well, I think some people live at the North Pole. (I just looked it up, and apparently no one does live there.  Scientists visit, but no one lives there.  North Pole, AK is a town of 2000, though.  FYI.)
Kyla:  Oh.  That is unusual (her new word).  Most people just live in the middle of the earth or on the sides.