When a Home is not really a House
Driving home in the van after picking up Quinn from school:
Quinn: “Is Daddy home?”
Me: “He will be in a few minutes.”
Quinn: “I miss him when he is at work.”
Me: “I know. You really love him, huh?”
Quinn: “Yeah, I love him the most.”
Me: “Me too, honey.”
Quinn: “More than I love anyone else.”
Me: “Okay, honey.”
Quinn: “Even way more than I love you.”
Me: “Alrighty then.”
Quinn: “I mean like a kazillion times more than I love you.”
I stopped the car at a stop sign, and turned around to face him in the back seat and sneered: “Well, good for you. I love CORY more than I love you. A kazillion, MILLION times more”. (How’s that for a shirt, Chris?)
Okay, I really didn’t say that. But I thought it.* Sheesh.
In other news at the American Stroke Association Department of Research and Development Jody2ms house, every day when Bill comes home from work, I yell “Daddy’s home” and all the kids run to the back door. Mia especially likes this time and screams with excitement.
Well, she now calls Bill, not Daddy, but “Daddy’s Home”. As in, “I want my Daddys Home to watch Dora with me” and “Pick me up, Daddy’s Home”.
It must be a hereditary thing from his side of the family, because his niece and nephews call his mother “Nana’s House”. My SIL used to say “let’s go to Nana’s house for a visit” so the kids thought her name was Nana’s House. When they wanted to go to her house for a visit, they would say “Can we go to Nana’s House’s house?” .
Daddy’s Home and Nana’s House spent time together last weekend at Daddy’s Home’s house. This summer Daddy’s Home will take us all to Nana’s House’s house to visit the beach.
Any questions?
*for clarification and in a need to keep hate mail to a minimum, I would never ever say anything like this to my child. Nor would I love one more than the other, yada yada. I love them all the Purplest
No hate mail here. I actually giggled a little bit.
no hate mail coming from me…but hey i love u more then ilove bill lol