Since Gage was a baby we've played the wildly popular 'Stinky Feet Game.' What's involved: Sniffing one of the kids' feet, making a face and saying, "Ooh, those are some stinky feet. What were you walking in?" The kids love it - they offer up the other foot and enthusiastically say "This one's even stinkier!"
Lila was flailing on the couch the other day - I was sitting, she was tumbling over me - and I caught one of her feet in my hand. I sniffed it, gave the obligatory snort of disgust and said "Ooh, those are some stinky feet!" Lila pulled away, glared at me and said with careful enunciation:
"My feet are clean and soft. Actually, they're fine."
She turned away with an indignant huff.
Well!
I guess she told me!
Yesterday I was pushing Gage on the swingset; on the one meant for two kids...the swing that has handles and a place to put his feet, and the kids sit back-to-back. I was pushing him pretty high and he slipped his feet off the bar. I stopped the swing quickly and asked if he was all right.
Gage: "Yeah. Can you push me again?"
Me: "I thought you were going to fall."
Gage: "Nope. I like to do that."
So I push him again and again he slips his feet off the bar. After the third time I said, "That makes me so nervous. Why are you doing that?"
And I swear this is exactly how he responded.
He looked at me slyly and grinned. "I like to live on the edge."
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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2 comments:
You don't know how much this thrills me that you are blogging again. Love it.
They are too cute!
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