Discussing what everyone wants for Christmas.
Julian: “What does Daddy want for Christmas?”
Quinnlin: “A good wife.”
Quinnlin: “Which is Mommy.”
Set up: Gage’s favorite class is religious ed and he has one of the highest grades in the class (like high 90s):
Gage: “I had a dream I got a 77 in religious ed.”
Me: “Oh, that was weird.”
Gage: “It was a nightmare.”
Julian, searching for phone: “Where the hell did my cell phone go. I can’t believe it, someone just stole it at the Ritz.”
30 seconds after searching
Julian: “Oh, I’m talking on it.”
Embarrassed and laughing.
In car, to go to something holidayish.
Quinnlin: “Ho ho ho.”
Julian: “Don’t call your momma a ho.”
Quinnlin: “What’s a ho?”
Me: “Go ahead daddy.”
Julian: “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”
Quinnlin: “Tell me now! I want to know!”
Julian: “It’s a woman who is loose, you know, goes around with a lot of guys.”
Quinnlin: “What does loose mean?”
Julian: “Can we just tell you later?”
Julian under breath: “Years later.”
Quinnlin: “You know I’m gonna find out don’t you?”
Me: “Y’all need to be nice and humor daddy, he loves to read that book, The Night before Christmas.”
Gage: “I’m a thespian, I can fake it.”
Julian searching for a Coke 6-pack at Publix
Julian: “I can’t believe they don’t have a 6-pack.”
Gage, rubbing Julian’s stomach: “Neither do you dad, neither do you.”
Gage: “Quinn, I know what you’re getting for Christmas.”
Me: “No he doesn’t.”
Gage: “Yes I do.”
Quinnlin: “I want to know! Tell me!”
Me: “Quinny, HE DOES NOT KNOW.”
Quinnlin: “Then why does he say things like that?”
Gage: “To torture you. What else?”
Quinnlin, talking about organization and her room.
Quinnlin: “I just can’t wait to deco-rise my room!”
Me: “Do you mean decorate or organize?”
Quinnlin: “I mean both, so I am using two words as one. It saves me from having to say two words.”
Me: “It doesn’t really take that much time to say two words.”
Quinnlin: “You’d be surprised.”
Away for 2 nights because of the generosity of two friends – one who gifted us a room at the Ritz-Carolton and one for watching the kids.
Julian, after check-in, going to have a cocktail, it is 4:10pm: “So, how about drink, sex, nap and then dinner?”
We turn the corner to get on elevator.
Man, standing at elevator: “Or not necessarily in that order.”
Us, embarrassed, but also a little proud.
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