I think I’ve shared enough funny stories about my own kids. So, I figured I better get other people’s kids in on the act here. And since Sarah D’s kids are pretty much like my own, I figure they deserve their fair share of public humiliation via this blog.

Last night, Sarah D, SarahMySister, assorted children and I were hanging out at Sarah D’s house. (We’re trying to slowly but surely move in with Sarah D’s family. Piece by piece, we’re moving our stuff over there, and the kids are already acclimated. We figure it’s not long now before we can give up our monthly bills and just start paying rent to Sarah D and Chris. But shhh. Don’t tell!)

Anyway, we’re sitting there being all grown up and cool with our badass, margarita-drinking selves, and we hear this conversation:
Matt: Kaitlyn, spell icup.
Kaitlyn: What? Why?
Lenna: Just do it. Heeheehee.
Kaitlyn: Icup? Why would I spell that?
Matt: :long-suffering, you’re-spoiling-it sigh: Just do it.
Kaitlyn: I-C-U-P.
Matt and Lenna: :hysterical giggling:
Kaitlyn: I don’t get it.
Everyone except Kaitlyn: :hysterical giggling:

Now why is that always funny? I don’t know. But it is. Also? Kaitlyn’s mama and I should not have been laughing at her for not getting it, given a recent conversation we had about cider and people soaking things in it. Maybe someday, I’ll share that, but probably not since I still smack myself in the head over that one.