Mac Chats

 Tonight we were talking about the word “favorite” at dinner.  Me: What do you think MY favorite song is? Mac: 🧐 Ummmm. Man In Motion by John Parr? Now I understand how moms might end up with Legos or monster trucks for their birthdays or Mother’s Day. 🤣😂

“Would you like to come on an adventure with me?” Yes. Yes I would. Curious as to what we’re going to get up to with baby Carl in the backpack, our sweet set of golf clubs, and our Irish cap. 

 Mac: “Don’t worry, it’s a bear. They can’t go upstairs. Bears aren’t real. They’re Halloween.” I don’t think we’re doing a good job explaining holidays. Or bears.

Mac: You want to come with me? I’m going on a bear hunt.  Me: Sure. We’re going on a bear hunt... we’re not scared! Mac: Oh, we’re scared.  We creep around the house five times.  Mac: Huh. No bears. 🤷‍♀️ Let’s play cars.  Imagine that. 🤣

  “Mom, I’m reading a book by the fire.”   🤦‍♀️ Yep. Although book selection is directly correlated to proximity to the fire. The closer the more interesting. Also. We thought we had tossed the bra catalog. Apparently it was rescued without our knowledge.

Cheese!!!  Mac: (Looks in mirror) It’s a mask! Me: Hmmm. You’re not scared? Mac: Nope! I look like mommy.  Me:  🤨 Where is your sense of self preservation?! Mac: It’s downstairs. 

Mac: Dad, I’m going to live in this pile of leaves. It’s my home. Here’s my chair. Here’s my jackhammer.  Miah: 😶 Making note for potential housewarming gifts for his first apartment.

  Halloween jammies for the win. Having a super spooky Stevie Wonder dance party with glow sticks to welcome the “holiday”’season. “Mom! I’ve got BONES on me!”

  Mac: My bed is too small. I’m too big for it. It’s a fort, not a bed.