Ok, and since it is still Wednesday, (it has been a very long day…kind of hard to believe it is still Wednesday…but I digress…) I have a few funnies for you.

Ryan is 8 ½ years old. He is our second biological child…third in the age line-up. He is extremely smart, very sensitive, busy busy and outrageously funny. He is the one that causes us to cringe when someone starts off a conversation with, “Do you know what your son said today?” He doesn’t even do it on purpose…he doesn’t even try.

He speaks, and people laugh.

These last few days we have had several funny Ryan moments.

The first, which I don’t have any explanation for but has had me giggling all day, is that Ryan yelled down the hallway this morning, “Don’t talk about my bladder that way!!!!!” Everyone was giggling so bad I never did find out what sibling said what to get such a comment from Ryan, but it must have been interesting.

Second…I was braiding my older girls’ hair the other day. I was almost done with Mercy, and Des was sitting close by and chatting with us…with her freshly washed hair making a very impressive afro around her pretty face. I had all sorts of hair stuff out on the table, and was concentrating on Mercy’s braids.

Ryan comes walking in and takes a look at Des’s hair, and then takes a look at all the stuff on the table. He picks up one bottle and says to me, “Mom, I don’t think you should use this stuff on Des anymore.” I said, “What stuff?” and he said, “This stuff…this hair ball oil…look what it did to her hair!” And I, still looking at the braids, said, “hair ball oil????” and he said, “yes, look!” and I looked.

He was holding the bottle of HERBAL OIL. Oh boy did we laugh. And I doubt we’ll ever use it again and not call it Hair-Ball Oil. :)

Last one (for now…there are plenty more where these came from!) We were talking about Halloween costumes from years past. The kids started asking about what they were when they were little, so I started telling them. I got to Ryan and I told him that he has been a dalmation, a Teletubby, a dinosaur, a knight, etc. etc.

He said, “I WAS A TELETUBBY?????”

I said that yes, when he was one year old, I put him in a Teletubby costume and that he was dang cute.

He demanded to know which Teletubby I had dressed him as.

Me- “You were La La.”

Ry- “The YELLOW ONE???”

Me- “Yes….”

Ry- “THE YELLOW ONE IS A GIRL!!!! UGH!!! I WAS A YELLOW GIRL TELETUBBY! HOW HUMILIATING!!!!! MOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!! HOW COULD YOU????”

At this point all of the other kids are rolling on the floor laughing, and I can barely contain the giggles. I apologized a thousand times, but all day he held a grudge. When we were getting ready for bed tonight I pulled him aside and said, “Ry, I love you, and I am really sorry about the Teletubby thing.” And Ry said, “That’s ok Mom…I love you too. Just don’t do it again.”

Rats! Anybody want the Tinky Winky costume I had picked out?? :)