Quotes of the Day

This afternoon the children were playing in the backyard and all of a sudden I hear Monkey3 [4yo] wailing. She's a tough little kid, so when she cries, I *know* there is really something wrong.

She stumbles into the house, covered in dirt, leaves, and pine straw, bawling her eyes out, followed by her big brother [6yo].

I ask "What happened?!!!"

Monkey3 is wailing and can't speak, so The Boy responds for her "She was riding Tyr and fell off". [For the uninitiated, Tyr is our lab/husky mix dog!]

Me: "What do you mean she was riding Tyr?! Do you mean she was actually ON his back?"

The Boy: "Yes! She was bullriding!"

Me: "Monkey3! You can't ride Tyr like a horse, you will hurt him! You will break his back!"

Monkey3 continues sobbing too hard to speak. [I am getting her an ice pack while this conversation happens].

The Boy: "Yeah, she was riding his back and holding on to his collar, and I threw a ball and he went after it. She stayed on half way across the back yard before he bucked her off!"

Me: "Are you kidding me?! You guys can't do that to the dog, you are going to kill him!"

The Boy: "Yeah. We can't do that to the dog."

He pauses, looking at his sobbing little sister [who, fortunately for the dog, weighs only about 34 pounds soaking wet].

Then, with great pride in his eyes he gently pats her and says "But you were REALLY BRAVE to stay on that long Monkey3!"

LOL!

I had to laugh quietly out of their view, because it was just so funny. She IS really brave. If not for the utter outrage on behalf of the poor dog, I would have been impressed too. I found out later their dad had let them watch a small segment of a rodeo on TV.

The kid does have some guts!

And, today, we have more than one quote of the day.

A friend of mine said to me today: "Also, know that God does have your Back. (He must have been the original Marine.) "

ROFL! I couldn't agree more!

Then, tonight while trying to get the children to bed [the horribly disobedient children, in my defense!], I let fly a curse word!

The moment I said it I looked up at my husband and said: "You know, St. Padre Pio NEVER said a curse word in his entire life. I don't think he can be my patron Saint!" [Let's just say this "letting curse words slip" thing is an ongoing struggle for me in moments of stress and frustration. :( ]

Without missing a beat, my husband looks at me and says "Padre Pio never had 6 kids."