Sascha came home on Sunday to an exhausted post-four-days-of-supreme-attitude-and-sleep-deprived family. Ari was in rare form, wanting to play "socka" outside with Dad but also extremely tired and ready for a nap. Sascha comes in after 10 minutes of play with a strange look, his eyebrows elevated. Apparently, Ari was so tired that he cussed his way through playtime, proclaiming "shit shit shit" while running along and trying to kick the soccer ball.
I think we need to start watching our language...
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Listening to an NPR segment on the history of Christmas celebration today, Ari and I held the following discussion:
Ari: Mugoo, mugoo! (music, music)
Wendy: Ari, Mommy's learning about Christmas right now, that's what they're talking about.
Ari: silence, as he considers this...
Radio: yadda yadda yadda Christmas yadda yadda
Ari (sudden gasp): Santa Clause!
Wendy (eyebrows raised): Yes Ari, that's right. Santa Clause...and Baby Jesus.
Ari: Deedas? Beebee?
Hm, somehow we've gotten our priorities messed up...
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