Victor-isms: The finale (for this year)

 On this last day of 2022, enjoy a few Victor-isms chosen just for you...

Our nighttime ritual of read-aloud has always been a favorite part of the day for me, through every combination of children and ages and all sorts of wonderful books. Tonight, Victor had a request that was a first in all of those 27 years. When I had finished reading for the evening, he asked for one more chapter. I told him that I was really and truly finished. He said, “Well, how about just one page then? Like a trailer?”

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A new insult/accusation from my favorite 9 year from hard places had me doing my best not to noticeably laugh. Just imagine hearing the following when you don’t give the elementary-aged child exactly what he wants, “Cyn-thi-a, you are curdling my tofu!” It was, in the mixed-up land of trauma, a most amusing insult so I was sure to tell him it was a horrific thing to say and I never want to hear that again, a sure-fire way, of course, to receive the same accusation again soon. Stay tuned.

P.S. He did later confess that he plagiarized this insult from a story he had listened to. But still...he didn't have to repeat it!

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Victor: this snowman will need new batteries soon.

Dad: Why is that Victor?

Victor: Because he sings an F# F# F# instead of G# G# G#…

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When visiting with Isaac and Rachel...

Isaac: Okay, Victor, we would like to be alone for a little bit.

Victor: Don't take it too far.

After Isaac and Rachel got over their shock that they were getting purity advice from a 9 year old, a little questioning revealed that Victor's comment was actually in reference to not antagonizing him by *secretly* (but loudly) talking about the Christmas gifts that he really wanted but which they didn't really get for him.

Back in time

It's not every day that your daughter sends you pictures of herself that look more like your ancestors than your descendants. 

I told her she's wearing too much jewelry, but other than that, her Heritage/Immigrant Day at school look turned out pretty well. She's sporting her great grandmother's covering, her great great grandmother's cape dress, and a King ancestor's shawl. 

Comfy, ja?

At least the wicked witch is dead

In my defense, I was simply trying to move the house a little farther from the table edge so that the dogs wouldn't get it when I let them into the kitchen in the morning. 

At first, it just shifted off its foundation. So I added some legs and shoes and sent my apology to HopeAnne...

Ummm...HopeAnne...I'm really sorry, but it appears that a tornado touched down during the night and removed your house from its foundation. The good news is that it appears as if it took care of that old wicked witch of the west when it touched down. You can expect the Lollipop Guild to come your way soon because they are delirious with happiness.

P.S. Don't forget to grab the ruby red slippers. You might be able to get home to Kansas.

She wasn't impressed. Especially when I realized my original move hadn't really moved the house far enough from the edge. 

Oops.