Joseph, while helping me tidy up his toys and books:
J: Hey Mom, I know why God gave you and Dad ALLLLLLLL these babies.
A: Why is that, Buzzy?
J: So you could have lots of help to clean up all the messes you make.
Tommy, while grocery shopping with ALLLLLLLL these babies:
T: I wish we didn't have all these babies.
A: Oh Tommy, what makes you say that?
T: So guys don't keep counting us at the store.
We took the children to Sears last night to buy Matt a saw. I had kept in the back of my mind that the only place they had been to in weeks was Wegmans, but was not prepared for what ensued:
In the tool section, Tommy and Joseph kept closing themselves in the garden sheds...pretending they were Han Solo in carbonite.
In the women's clothing, Tommy took a look at a (headless) plus-size mannequin and hollered, "Hey MOM! IT'S YOU!"
In the little boys section, Tommy saw a child mannequin with a cool t-shirt. He proclaimed to the employee walking by, as he was bear hugging it, that it was his boyfriend.
In the intimates section (Why, Oh Why?), Tommy walked by a table (at eye level) of Valentines Day bras. Finding the most padded, red and lacy one, he placed one hand on each mound and yelled back to Matt and I, "OOOOOOOOOOO, this mommy is having a lot of babies!"
As I see it, I have two options.
1) Never go shopping, ever again.
2) Find a babysitter that doesn't cry at the mention of five children, ages 7 and under...and book her on the spot for the next 12 years.
