One of the worst nights

On Wednesday nights Josh has church meetings and is gone in the evening. This past Wednesday I had the older two kids in the bath while I was trying to get Grace ready for bed. I admit that with the stress I wasn’t the sweetest mother at the moment. Then Carson started this conversation.

Carson: I forgot that Dad wasn’t here. I’m worried that this might be one of the worst nights.

Me: One of the worst nights? What do you mean?

Carson: Well when one person’s not here sometimes the other person gets really mad.

Me: Well, if you try really hard to be obedient, I’ll try really hard not to get mad.

Carson: Dad already tried that. It didn’t work.

Apparently neither Josh nor I are cut out for single parenting.

Out of the mouth of Carson

Carson: “I have to tell you something. Jellyfish don’t have brains, but the only jellyfish that has eyes is the Australian Box Jelly.”
Mom: “The only one that has eyes?”
Carson: “It has twenty-four eyes.”
Mom: “That’s interesting. But how can it have eyes without a brain? When you see your eyes send a message to your brain, which is how you see. Where do the Australian Box Jelly eyes send their message?
Carson: “I guess they just send it to the top of its head.”

Mom: “The ants go marching eight by eight, the little one stops to…”
Carson: “Take a date.”
Mom: “Take a date? What does that mean?”
Carson: “You know, take his wife on a date.”

Carson: “I know how to litter, but I’m not going to litter, because it’s bad and if you do it too much, you go to jail. And then you die.”

Carson: “The germs are having a germ party, and normally they get together and feast on a dead tiger. But if it’s a special day, they get to feast on a dead deer.”