So, from the time Devrie was a little 6 pound screaming ball of fun, we have always called her "Devrie Doo". I even have little songs for her that go along with the "Winnie the Pooh" theme song, and Scooby Doo..."Devrie, Devrie Doo, stinky poo..." (this song usually comes out of my mouth during diaper changes).
Well, her name isn't Devrie Doo anymore. It's Devrie Don't. As in, "Devrie, don't climb up on the table" or "Devrie, don't put your toothbrush in the toilet!" or "Devrie, don't shampoo your hair with fruit cocktail!" or "Devrie, don't throw all your socks in your diaper pail" or "Devrie, don't hide mommy's glasses inside a toy purse under the wet bar" or "Devrie, don't pull mommies feminine products out of her purse during church!"Not that she listens anyway. She just looks at me like I'm some sort of lunatic and then continues on her merry way. The other day she was wimpering in her room, and I went in there to find her UNDERNEATH her toppled over dresser! It takes A LOT to get this child to cry. Oh, did I mention her favorite thing to do when I take something away from her that she wants...mostly markers that Braelin leaves all over the house. She screams and then bonks her head on the hard floor. As hard as she can. Sometimes two or three times. It's lovely. She has a constant yellowish mark on her forehead from hurting herself. I don't know what we are going to "doo."
Meanwhile, Braelin had an eventful week at school getting in trouble nearly every day. She is talking too much....hmmmm....wonder who she gets that from? Well, she got a yellow letter, which is really, really, really bad. It said on it that she had received a time out in PE for being disrespectful and calling names. A far cry from the day she kicked a boy in the face with her winter boot in Kindergarten, but nevertheless, a big deal.
I asked her what happened. She said, "I don't want to tell you." I said, "You can tell me anything." She said, "I can't tell you this...it's really bad." As my mind wandered much farther than it needed to, I said, "It doesn't matter what you said, I still want to know." She said, "I called Adrian a name."
"What did you call him?" I asked.
"Buck-tooth China." she replied.
HUH?
I said, "Is Adrian Asian?"
She said, "No."
I said, "Does he have teeth that stick out?"
She got more and more frustrated, "NO!"
"Then why did you call him that?" I asked.
"I DON'T KNOW!" she wailed.
Well, that was the end of that. She doesn't even know what she's talking about. So after a stern reprimand, and a reminder to apologize to Adrian, I dropped it. But not before I Googled "Buck tooth China". 5 entries. My daughter uttered a phrase that only exists on 5 websites. I think that's pretty genius if you ask me!
6 comments:
Devrie has change so much. Buck tooth china..that is pretty funny! I would've had a hard time not laughing while reprimanding her.
Lauren - I saw your blog on the Melissa's and thought I would say hi. Your girls are so stinking cute. Thanks for the laugh it's so funny some of the things they come up with!
Lauren your girls are beautiful! It is so funny what are kids do and say sometimes,it is hard not to laugh....
That's pretty fun. Well... she's creative!
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