11 January 2008

Gas Breath, Sounding Country, & Command Burps

So, tonight SJ is off spending the night with a friend from school, so naturally Fletch has her very bestest friend, Sydney, over to spend the night. Fletch and Sydney are two peas in a pod. They both are SOOOOO excited to see each other, every day, all day, all the time. They both have the most blankly excited look, all the time and they both get the "computer is thinking hour glass" in their eyes when something does not compute. Sydney has been here for three hours, and the two have not shut up yet!

Being the cool Dad that I am, I put in the movie High School Musical 2 and made some popcorn. Being even super cool, I melted some butter to pour over the popcorn. Sydney asks Fletch "What is your Daddy putting on the popcorn?"
Fletch: "Daddy, what are you putting on the popcorn?"
Daddy: "Buuuutter"
Sydney: "Your Daddy sounds so country! Buuuuuuutter!"
Yeah, I just got called country by a 5 year old! Who 5 minutes later comes up to me and says "Mr. Phillips, I can burp on command." So I say, "Burp" and she does. Every time I say burp, she does. My mother, being on top of her game, looks at Sydney and says "You sound so country when you burp" Sydney replies "Yeah, but I'm only a little bit country." I am glad to see that my children are not the only ones that are absolutely crazy as hell!

So the girls have been watching the movie for about an hour, meanwhile I am having a scotch and water. I decided to go lay in the floor with the girls and finish the movie. As I curl up next to Fletch and give her a gentle kiss on the cheek, she says "Daddy, your breath smells like gas." So now I am upstairs on the computer. With a fresh drink of Gas. Just when I think it has to end.....

Oh, apparently Sydney got her hair cut today, two inches worth. She has told me five times. And her American Girl Doll is named Courtney. She has told me that ten times. Her sister, Avery, has a basketball game tomorrow. She told me that once. It's not that important. But she got two inches cut off of her hair.

The girl that SJ is spending the night with, she has two older sisters, and a little sister on the way. All three girls had spend the night company tonight, and Mommy is on bed rest. Daddy has volunteered for slumber party detail. Good man, that SFC Powers. I would have faked an overnight deployment to....Uzbekistan, Uganda, Atlanta, anywhere but there! Wow, four little girls, somebody needs to tell that dude how to hold his mouth just right! When I dropped off SJ, there was at least 10 girls in that house, and one little boy who was sitting on the couch watching TV. I have no idea who he was, probably some kid who just stopped by because his house was too quiet? Nobody would notice him there until the Hannah Montana program interrupted his Transformers shows. Oh, BTW, the SJ is spending the night across the street from the Gary's. That's right, the black girl I tried to dance with at the formal, yeah, small world.

Last but not least, Mely has a new word "God Dammit!" I can't believe his mother taught him that!

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