The Boys Of Summer: The Art Of Conversation

Cocaine Princess here. 

I would like to share 2 interesting conversations that occurred this week:

CONVERSATION #1

Early one morning it was raining and that meant I couldn’t go for my daily morning jog and on days such as that I use the treadmill. The Freckled twin {FT} was already up and playing with the X-box we purchased especially for the boys. Maybe it’s a male thing but I really don’t get the fascination with X-box. I played one game with the twins and was done. Anyways, he was on the couch in the rec~room and on the table in front of him: an open bag of Doritos Cheeseburger flavored chips {which by the way are the grossest tasting chips ever} and a 2 liter bottle of Coke. The time: 6:30am. I was selecting a couple of CDs to listen to while working out. I informed him HK was awake and would be making breakie shortly and added:

ME: What you’re eating is not a very healthy breakfast.

FT: Said the chic who lives on nothing but Slim~Fast and Corn Pops.

Didn’t I tell you the boys of summer were cheeky? 


ME: I’ll have you know some mornings I eat Fruit Loops.

Not taking his eyes off the TV he questioned what CD’s I had in my hands. I replied I had Madonna’s Confessions and Duran Duran’s Greatest Hits. FT then presented me with a question, a question that nobody has ever asked me before:

FT: Why do you listen to old people’s music?

Old people’s music?! Old people’s music?! Seriously can you believe he said that?! Are you frigging kidding me?! Old people’s music?!

ME: It’s not old people’s music.

FT: Ah yeah it is. Don’t you have any young people’s music?

I pointed to my CD shelves which are filled mostly with Euro~dance and Freestyle music CDs.  My house~guest with the freckle was not impressed with my taste in music and I was okay with that after all to each his/her own until he criticized David Guetta, who is considered one of the world’s top DJs. 


FT: Pfft, that dude is way too over~rated and not very good.

I had a very nice comeback until I remembered something. The Houston brothers are hardcore Van Halen fans. Speaking of Van Halen have you heard the latest: They said it would never happen but the guys have put aside their differences and the band is recording a new album with original flamboyant front man David Lee Roth. Personally I’m not too thrilled about the news. I’ve never been a fan of Roth and don’t even get me started on Gary Cherone. {He was better off staying with Extreme} I’m all for Team Hagar baby! I stated:


ME: You call Madonna and Duran Duran old people’s music what about Van Halen? They’ve been around for a long time too.

FT: Are you comparing Van Halen with that stuff you like? Those guys are legends....Classic Rock.....Rock Gods and what I consider and call music. That stuff you like I wouldn’t exactly call music.

I beg to differ.

CONVERSATION #2 

The following conversation took place one day after my sister broke her toe. I was in the den and sister was in the family room. Squirt went zooming past me and said to “A”

3 YR OLD: Big Sister?

A: Yes little darling, what can I do for you?


3 YR OLD: Brother said you have a big owie on your toe.

ME: No, it's only a small owie. 

Because Squirt was so concerned about her health and welfare he asked:

3 YR OLD: May I have ice cream, please?

I looked at the time: It was nearing 5pm. Oh boy I already knew what sister's answer was going to be. ‘No little darling, it's almost dinner time. You can have ice cream after dinner for dessert.’ My sister refuses to cut this poor kid any slack......or at least so I thought.

A: Yes, you may have some ice cream. Tell HK that big sister said it was okay.
  
I nearly fell sideways off my chair from shock. Who knew all it took was for “A” to break one of her toes to melt that icy-by-the-book-heart-of hers. If only I was in the same room to see the look of excitement on his face. Sister referred to Squirt as a mini ice cream eating monster to which he replied:

3 YR OLD: I like frigging ice-cream!

Oh my God I couldn't believe it. First the boy went commando and now he dropped the PG-13 version of the F-word. If you’ve been following my blog then you know I use the word “frigging” a great deal because I verbally say it a lot. My only guess is Squirt must have heard me saying it without me even knowing. “A” explained to the little one in a very lovingly and teacher~like way, the word “frigging” was not a very nice word to say and made him promise to never say it again. After he did he went zooming into the kitchen with sister reminding him:

A: Little darling remember, no running please.

My lovelies at that point you can imagine the amount of fear I was in because I knew I was going to receive the mother~load of all lectures from sister since she knew exactly where the 3 year old picked up the word. Unfortunately there was no way for me to exit the room without her seeing me....unless I went out the window which I seriously was considering until another thought entered my mind: According to wildlife experts if you ever encounter a bear you should lay down and stay still therefore the bear will leave you alone. So I decided to follow that advice, the staying still part that is. I thought, ‘hmm, maybe if I remain silent she would leave me alone. Yeah, not so much the case. The bear, err I mean sister spoke.

A: You can't stay in there forever.

There was silence on my end.

A: .........One way or another you’re going to have to face me.

That dreaded music you so often hear in movies when a person is about to face their executioner started playing very loudly in my head. I got up from my chair and stuck my head out of the door. I said:

ME: Yes, mi amor?

A: Come here please.

I flat out refused for the fear she was going to beat me with her cane and I even told her so.

A: Don’t be ridiculous! I’m not going to do anything of the sort. I just would like to talk to you.

Talk? Puh-leese! I think you meant to say: ‘I just would like to LECTURE you’ and then I will give you a beating.

She summoned me again and like a brave soldier going into battle I faced her. Sister was on the couch and had one leg up on the ottoman. She folded her arms and stared at me. I then looked at her cane and before she had a chance to grab it I moved it away from her reach. Yes, of course I knew she wasn’t going to beat me with it but you know what they say: better safe than sorry. She opened her mouth. Oh God please let this be a brief lecture and not one of her long ones that puts me into a mind-numbing coma.

A: Darling, you need to be careful what you say and do. Children are like sponges, they soak up everything they observe and hear from their surroundings and the people around them including sometimes developing their same habits.

She’s definitely right about ‘developing the same habits.’ I’ve got the Squirt eating tangerines like me and walking barefoot!  She continued.

A: This maybe a lot to ask but for the rest of the summer can you please refrain from saying that one word you love to say so much?

I nodded yes. Feeling a little cheeky I asked:

ME: Big sister, can I have ice-cream too?

And then I giggled.......

Hey I thought it was funny!!

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday....THE 13!! {Insert sinister-like laugh} Did you know:

Any month's 13th day will fall on a Friday if the month starts on a Sunday.

Alfred Hitchcock's 100th birthday was on Friday the 13th (1999).

Whatever your plans are have a tremendous weekend.-x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess