Yesterday we went to Target to pick up a few things for our trip. On the way out we picked up a snack of popcorn, but of course it spilled a little on the way out to the car (aided a bit by some small children...) It was a bit like Hansel and Gretel leaving a trail of breadcrumbs.
When we got to the car I brushed the rest of the popcorn out of the cart and spilled a bit more on the ground. I then buckled Luke in and went over to buckle Amanda in. By the time I got to the other side of the car, the seagulls were swooping in to the popcorn on the ground near the drivers side. Luke was fascinated, but I closed the door (thank goodness for automatic sliding doors!). I then wanted to get into my door, but the gulls acted as though I might be wanting to take away their popcorn spill ("Mine! Mine!")
I admit to being a bit frightened of birds, dating from watching "The Birds" in high school, and a run in with an aggressive pigeon at a coffee shop (don't ask). I was a bit worried that I would have to wait for the popcorn spill to be cleaned up before I could get into the car: fortunately, another car drove by and frightened away the birds so I could slip into the car before they got back.
Amanda informed me today that they were not birds, they were seagulls. I tried to explain that gulls were birds, but she claimed that they were just seagulls, and that she had never seen a bird. "You are wrong, mom." How do you argue with that?
The gulls ate considerably more (and faster) than my kids often do: today for lunch Amanda wanted to have hot cocoa and vitamins. Sigh. Gives new meaning to "eating like a bird".
We will be out of town for the next week. I may be able to post, but if not I'll save up some stories from our ski trip. If we manage to get there, I hope the rest of the trip should be relatively easy.
When we got to the car I brushed the rest of the popcorn out of the cart and spilled a bit more on the ground. I then buckled Luke in and went over to buckle Amanda in. By the time I got to the other side of the car, the seagulls were swooping in to the popcorn on the ground near the drivers side. Luke was fascinated, but I closed the door (thank goodness for automatic sliding doors!). I then wanted to get into my door, but the gulls acted as though I might be wanting to take away their popcorn spill ("Mine! Mine!")
I admit to being a bit frightened of birds, dating from watching "The Birds" in high school, and a run in with an aggressive pigeon at a coffee shop (don't ask). I was a bit worried that I would have to wait for the popcorn spill to be cleaned up before I could get into the car: fortunately, another car drove by and frightened away the birds so I could slip into the car before they got back.
Amanda informed me today that they were not birds, they were seagulls. I tried to explain that gulls were birds, but she claimed that they were just seagulls, and that she had never seen a bird. "You are wrong, mom." How do you argue with that?
The gulls ate considerably more (and faster) than my kids often do: today for lunch Amanda wanted to have hot cocoa and vitamins. Sigh. Gives new meaning to "eating like a bird".
We will be out of town for the next week. I may be able to post, but if not I'll save up some stories from our ski trip. If we manage to get there, I hope the rest of the trip should be relatively easy.
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I've been trying to tell him that arguing with Mama is not allowed, but whenever I say, "No arguing", he'll either respond with "No, I'm not arguing" or "I'm not trying to!"
-Lenise