Vacation time has come to an official close with the return to NYC. Road trip to NC via DC and Philly, topped with Sesame Place was a hit. Despite no washer and the shaggiest and nastiest rug ever we had a blast. Beach was beautiful, dunes were cool, pool was nearby (and I drove the kids there myself!). Highlights included fishing for J, mini golf, watching both midgets cry at an amusement park (they had to stop the rides), snuggling with baby M, and spending time with C& E. The volume of crap to deal with (mail, laundry, unpacking, appointments) is overwhelming but I am trying to get ahead before school starts up again. Here are some lines from the last few days:
V: Mamá, you say puta male?
J: Who decides if you get buried or burned?
Me: You do.
J: So John Lemmon did not have a chance to decide.
V likes to call people: Pee in the butt (he means pain).
We recently discovered that he is a parrot and that he has a flawless memory. He started chanting in the car: I hate piano! I want to skip piano (perfect imitation of J)
M: Do you think I will be a great driver like papi or an average one like you, no offense?
Me to V: Do not worry.
V: I have to worry. I already worried.
J as we left before dawn: Is this the speck of dawn?
V to me: I give you a timeout.
Me: You cannot. I am older than you.
V: I am older.
M after crying because C had left: I just want you to know I love you as much as I love C.
V: Oh, thanks, I feel better.
M: I just have a special connection with her.
good for the driving, boquita !!!
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