Chookah

Damnit!

The other night Sebastian, Grandma Lill and I were sitting down to eat dinner. Sebastian asked for his strawberry milk which was at the other end of the table.  I reached for it and knocked it over.  "Damnit," he said.  My mom and I just looked at each other in stunned silence and tried to stifle our laughter.  After composing myself I told Sebastian, "We don't say that, it's not nice."  He replied with, "You say it last time."

Busted.

The price of fame

I was doing some last minute shopping yesterday for Isabell and Ellie.  Sebastian and I went up the escalator ("I wanna go UP") and ran into a reporter from the Salt Lake Tribune. 

Lady: "Hi, I'm Kathy from the Salt Lake Tribune, can I ask you a few questions?" 
Me: "Uh, sure."
Sebastian: "Let's go, Momma."
Me: "Just a second, sweetie."
Lady: "Why are you at the mall today?"
Me: "Just doing some last minute shopping for my step-daughters."
Lady: "Do you normally wait this long to do your shopping?"
Sebastian: "Momma, I wanna go DOWN [the escalator]."
Me: "We'll go down in a few minutes, I'm talking to this lady, she's asking me some questions."
Me: "No, I'm usually not a procrastinator, but this year I looked at the calendar and thought, 'Uh, oh, Christmas is only a few days away.  I was caught by surprise."
Lady: "blah, blah, blah, blah..."
Me: "blah, blah, blah, blah.."
Sebastian: "Momma, let's GO"
Lady: "Okay, thanks for your time."

Here's the quote from the newspaper today:
"Sunny Hunt was being dragged up the escalator by a toddler and she wasn't nearly as calm. 'I still have a few presents to get,' said the [insert city] woman. 'This year I'm just a procrastinator. I looked at at the calendar on Thursday and thought, 'Oh no. It's close.' '

*sigh*  "Not nearly as calm"? YOU try wrangling an over-stimulated, escalator-obsessed toddler and try to give an interview.  You'd be frazzled too.