Flatulent Rabbits

Six year old is pointing at a photo using his middle finger.
Dad: Don't use that finger to point.
Six Year Old: Why not.
Dad: Mom, you explain this one.
Mom: Its very bad manners to point a middle finger at someone. It means that you don't like them.
Six Year Old: Oh, I thought pointing your middle finger made the Easter Bunny fart.
Mom and Dad: uncontrollable laughter.
(Later found out that a seven year old told him that whopper.)
So next time you are driving down the road and give someone the bird, don't be surprised if you see a flatulent rabbit nearby.

What the world needs..

"Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive." Howard Thurman Theologian

Wisdom of Ages

Actual conversation with my six year old son:

Him: (with excitement) Mom, look at this cool book I got at the library. It's a baseball book.
Me: Oh, its about the All American Girl's Professional Baseball league.
Him: ??? (questioning look).
Me: They were the first women to play professional baseball.
Him: Why were they the first.
Me: Well, there was once a time when girls weren't really allowed to play sports.
Him: ??? (questioning look, like 'I don't get it')
Me: Well, at one time if girls played sports people told them they were weird. But today lots of girls play all kinds of sports and that's good.
Him: (excited again since he can contribute to the conversation) Oh Yeah. Emily (his sister) plays hockey!
Me: And girls play all kinds of sports. Like baseball and volleyball and football and bowling.
Him: (more excited) Oh yeah. Cause there were even a couple of girls at my bowling party (his birthday last Saturday).
Me: Right, and wasn't it fun to have the girls AND the boys there.
Him: (still excited) OH YEAH. Cause it wouldn't be a party without a couple of girls! (impish grin).

Sigh...just when I thought we had come so far. I suppose I should get ready to hear those same words uttered from my son again in the future. Only then, he'll REALLY mean it.

Karma

Just had my daughter's birthday and I have one question. Why do I need scissors, wire cutters, a screw driver, pliers and a degree in engineering to open a new toy. If there is such a thing as Karma, the people who design packaging for children's toys are in for it.

If I had my way, the guy who engineered the packaging for the Fisher Price Little People's Farm would be forced to spend eternity in a room of eager three year olds on Christmas morning opening the packaging before the melt downs begin. And he wouldn't be allowed to use any power tools. Just bare hands. Ha. Good luck with that.

I think these are the same people who design toys that play music ... with no volume controls. These are sick and twisted people who obviously hate parents. There should be criminal penalities against this kind of insanity in my opinion.

Serendipity

Found this definition: Serendipity is the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something else entirely. Its like corn flakes being accidentally discovered by the Kellogg brothers when they left cooked wheat untended and got a
flaky material instead of a sheet.

Its like when I was looking for my gloves but I found $5.00 in my coat pocket.

"Be open to serendipity. Those who turn serendipity into sucess say 'yes' when they mean 'no'."
(Notes I took from "How to Work A Room")