tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76799328347862901122024-03-13T12:08:01.309-07:00A Leary OutlookStuff My Kids Say...Mostly.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger439125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-87629214282645935212014-06-18T12:48:00.003-07:002014-06-18T12:49:31.553-07:00No Church In School?Questions about her friends in public school:
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<li><b>Chloë (6):</b> What? They don't have a church in their school?</li>
<li><b>Robert:</b> Nope.</li>
<li><b>Chloë:</b> Do they even have a music teacher?</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-41800504020711156242014-01-25T14:04:00.001-08:002014-01-25T14:04:24.278-08:00Lonely Kids<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Today, like many other sunny days when boys should be playing outside with their buddies, a neighbor kid came over asking if Aiden could come out and play. I told him he went back to his other house last night until next week. The disappoin</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">tment on the boy's face was evident - even as he was looking down and kicking a pebble with his toe. He was waiting, seemingly, for me to give a different, better answer.<br /><br />For, you see, he had just come back after being at his other house for a whole week himself. Realizing that he was now on the dreaded "opposite" week schedule from his friend, he had to swallow the disappointment, however small we may think it to be, as he had done countless times before over a million other small things.<br /><br />I thought about the friendship my own son missed today and I was sad. Only, I was not so sad that he missed out, but that I had already decided not to tell him that his friend came looking for him...as though "protecting" him in this way was any better.<br /><br />These "1000 small cuts" brought to these boys and so many other children by the adults in their lives go unseen or ignored in favor of much bigger gashes. They have no control or option save to "just" bear it. It's a different kind of death. Today's small cut came from a blade called loneliness.<br /><br />One parent or the other always not there. An only friend or another always not there. Pretending to not be disappointed or weak always there.<br /><br />Another sunny day burned by parents who couldn't make it work.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-24635081368870821082014-01-15T18:37:00.000-08:002014-01-15T18:37:27.638-08:00Questions For The Doctor<div>
<b>Chloë (6):</b> Will they do all those things to me?</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-55824487593154182322014-01-05T18:45:00.000-08:002014-01-05T18:45:02.841-08:00Grown-Up KidsWhen our friend who has adult children left our house:
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<li><b>Chloë (6): </b> Why aren't Jim's kids with him?</li>
<li><b>Robert: </b> Jim's kids are all grown up.</li>
<li><b>Chloë:</b> Does he even still love them?</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-15716355379074589242013-12-18T07:25:00.003-08:002013-12-18T07:25:54.541-08:00They Deserve ItRegarding <i><a href="http://afv.com/" target="_blank">America's Funniest Videos</a></i> TV show:<br />
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<li><b>Aiden (11):</b> If they're dumb enough to do that, and then send it to TV, then I get to laugh at them.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-77256940955343167902013-11-04T08:12:00.000-08:002013-11-04T08:12:02.603-08:00Chicken Joke<ul>
<li><b>Aiden (11):</b> Where did the chicken jokes even come from. I mean, how is a chicken crossing the road even a joke? That's not even funny. Doesn't even make sense.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-31295558278796255062013-08-24T06:58:00.000-07:002013-08-24T06:58:08.947-07:00American Woman<ul>
<li><b>Robert:</b> Ok, Ladies. Let's go.</li>
<li><b>Chloë (5.5): </b> I'm not a lady, I'm a woman!</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-35327921377965106172013-08-13T22:12:00.000-07:002013-08-15T22:13:54.319-07:00Marrying type<ul>
<li><b>Chloe (5.5):</b> I want Aiden to be my husband when I grow up.</li>
<li><b>Aiden (10.5):</b> *looking at dad: "You wanna take this?"</li>
<li><b>Robert:</b> Sweetheart, sisters can't marry their brothers</li>
<li><b>Chloe:</b> *Crossed arms: "Then I'll marry a man just like Aiden."</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-37607486266285799642013-07-28T18:15:00.000-07:002013-07-28T18:15:54.947-07:00Dancing for the Judge and Crushing It Even if you let your daughter listen to secular electronica. Never let her slack. Because this is what she's thinking:<br />
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<li><b>Chloë (5.5): </b> I'm sending my best dance to God!</li>
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Big ups to <a href="http://www.devishot.com/" target="_blank">Dev</a> on this one!</div>
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<li><b>Chloë (5): </b> When I cross the street I have to hold hands with Mommy or Daddy...And Aiden too. Because he's a good protector.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-68308038639933871672013-06-28T14:37:00.000-07:002013-06-28T14:37:13.518-07:00Thank You Love Notes<div>
A classmate from school sent a thank you card to Chloë for coming to his birthday party. She opened it.
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<li><b>Chloë (5): </b> He really loves me!</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-56087053811612598032013-06-12T11:09:00.002-07:002013-06-12T11:09:52.427-07:00The Problem With Vacuuming<div>
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<li><b>Chloë (5.5):</b> Mommy, I can't dream when you vacuum.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-33112560810225447952013-06-04T18:54:00.002-07:002013-06-04T18:54:37.087-07:00Decision 2012 FlashbackHere's a little flashback to the last Presidential Election day after driving by people holding Mitt Romney signs:<br />
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<li><b>Aiden (10.5):</b> Look at those Romney protesters.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-29602954623166136842013-05-20T19:14:00.002-07:002013-05-20T19:14:48.468-07:00Imagination. So Over It.<ul>
<li><b>Chloë (5):</b> I don't know what to draw.</li>
<li><b>Robert:</b> Why don't you make a butterfly?</li>
<li><b>Chloë (5):</b> Because there isn't one in the instructions.</li>
<li><b>Robert:</b> Well, use your imagination.</li>
<li><b>Chloë:</b> Yeah, but I already know how to do that.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-27504709335663915372013-05-13T14:02:00.002-07:002013-05-13T14:02:55.719-07:00Arm ThyselfKids running down stairs.<br />
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<li><b>Robert: </b>Are you guys going outside?</li>
<li><b>Chloe (5): </b> No, we're getting our weapons</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-56814986639880147742013-04-21T08:16:00.002-07:002013-04-21T08:16:31.289-07:00Paper, Rock, Scissors - Almost<div>
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<li><b>Chloë (5):</b> Rock, Scissors...</li>
<li><b>Robert: </b> And?</li>
<li><b>Chloë: </b> ...Toilet Paper!</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-75286901138342842732013-03-25T15:13:00.000-07:002013-03-25T15:13:04.526-07:00Outdoor Bathtubs<ul>
<li><b>Robert: </b> <a href="http://www.pps.org/great_public_spaces/one?public_place_id=639" target="_blank">Esther Short Park fountain</a>. Hard to beat.</li>
<li><b>Chloë (5): </b> That would be the best bathtub ever!</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-81227478816388199642013-02-27T21:08:00.003-08:002013-02-27T21:08:42.054-08:00Made In China<ul>
<li><b>Aiden (10): </b> Gross. This lipstick is made of Chinese people.</li>
<li><b>Robert:</b> That's not what that means.</li>
<li><b>Aiden:</b> By. By Chinese people. Whoops.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-28001958563190339592013-01-24T18:28:00.001-08:002013-01-24T18:28:51.539-08:00Carry It All<ul>
<li><b>Chloë (5):</b> Daddy, you can carry the stick, flowers, and mail.</li>
<li><b>Robert: </b> But that's all there is. Why do I have to carry everything?</li>
<li><b>Chloë:</b> Because you have to. You're the daddy.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-7020209846762994562013-01-19T10:49:00.001-08:002013-01-19T10:49:59.096-08:00Clearcut ChloëOn picking flowers with Chloë:<br />
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<li><b>Robert:</b> Her policy of clear-cutting flowers is unsustainable. I'll have to teach her about selective logging.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-35811271521486636782012-12-31T09:17:00.001-08:002012-12-31T09:17:29.642-08:00Regretting HemorrhoidsUpon seeing a billboard for hemorrhoid treatment...<br />
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<li><b>Aiden (10): </b> What are hemorrhoids?</li>
<li><b>Sarah: </b> They are like those veins that poke out on some legs, except they are in your butt.</li>
<li><b>Aiden:</b> I immediately regret asking.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-39748119440955359922012-12-23T22:32:00.002-08:002012-12-23T22:33:19.661-08:00If You Want To Kiss Chloë......you have to be of age.<br />
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<li><b>Chloë (5): </b> There's a boy with spiky hair who asked for a kiss at the gym.</li>
<li><b>Sarah: </b>Really?</li>
<li><b>Chloë:</b> He wasn't cute-cute. He was diaper cute.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-80367157930563249322012-12-17T19:30:00.001-08:002012-12-17T19:30:33.925-08:00Dinner and Dancing<ul>
<li><b>Chloë (5): </b> Daddy, when I'm done cleaning can we dance together?</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-24950080553766583082012-11-18T19:03:00.001-08:002012-11-18T19:03:45.791-08:00Pizza Crust<ul>
<li><b>Chloë (5):</b> I like the pizza bones.</li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7679932834786290112.post-39947950420312194762012-11-05T07:15:00.000-08:002012-11-05T07:15:23.610-08:00Wii Bit Of Back Pain<ul>
<li><b>Aiden (10):</b> I feel like an old man.</li>
<li><b>Robert:</b> What?</li>
<li><b>Aiden: </b> Because my back hurts.</li>
<li><b>Robert: </b> Why?</li>
<li><b>Aiden:</b> From boxing the Wii.</li>
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