Cash-isms

Our little Cashy...what a character!  He is continually saying the funniest things and for my memory's sake, I am going to jot them down here.

St. Patrick's Day is a fun holiday in our house, where we try to catch that dang leprechaun, we have corned beef and cabbage for dinner and find green toilet water and milk.  Cash and Hunter were intent on catching that little bugger this year and set up a trap.

 When the kids woke up the next morning, the trap was down, the money was gone and NO leprechaun, only a note laughing at the kids for failing to catch him, again! Cash was not very happy about it. He was looking forward to his wishes!

Later in the morning he made the comment: "I want to catch that Leprechaun! Hunter could wish for a limo and then we could be classy people!"

Apparently, we aren't very classy.

In school, Hunter had to come up with a Leprechaun limerick. This is his...

There is absolutely no question who his dad is!

Now, back to some of the things Cash comes up with.  About a month ago, I got a text from Chet who was downstairs, telling me that Cash was coming up with a question for me.

Cash: "Mom, how do babies get in mommies tummys? It's like they eat them! (precedes to make an action and noise of putting something in his mouth and eating it)  And how do the babies come out of mommies tummys?  Do they come out of the bum, and are they covered in stinky?"

Thanks Chet!

More Cash-isms:

From FB Post - "When your very mad 6 yr old tries to get back at you by opening every drawer and cupboard in the kitchen and scatters utensils all over the floor. Then, refuses to clean it up until he gets what he wants. I am scared for his teen years...if he survives that long!! Gah! ‪#‎hardheaded‬ ‪#‎wontnegotiate‬ ‪
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"Cash asked to leave his dinner to check and see what Hunter was doing. As I am in the middle of explaining to him, "No. You can't. You need to...."
He plants a huge kiss on my mouth mid-sentence.
Cash: "I did that because you were being annoying."

Apparently he doesn't like being told "no" and has figured out a good way to shut me up. If I keep getting a big kiss out of it, I might be telling him no more often"

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Cash: Guess who I am in love with?
Me: ME!!!
Cash: nope.
Me: what?! Who? Samantha?
Cash: Nope. Scarlett!
Me: What happened to Samantha?
Cash: She's just not cute anymore.

I totally just love that kid!  He makes me laugh and smile every day.  He is also doing so well in school.  We went to his Kindergarten PTC and he is such a bright boy.  He is reading at the end of 1st grade level.  I wish like crazy he wouldn't grow up so fast. 

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May 2016, 7 years old

Me: "Cash! Stop standing on my camera bag!  If you break something, you're going to be in really big trouble!!!"

Cash: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I forgot.  See this thing? (points to a plug outlet) I only have three of those in my brain and I have 3,000 things to plug in.  And that wasn't plugged in."

Goodbye Girl!

I never, EVER thought it would be so hard to say goodbye to a car. A CAR! That's right, a big scrap of metal on wheels.  

On March 13th, yes, that would be Friday the 13th, my daughter Kylee was driving home from work.  She had her phone in her lap, big no-no, she got a text and looked down at her phone to check it out. Even BIGGER NO-NO!!!

BAM!!!

She looked up, traffic had stopped and she hit the car in front of her, destroying the front end of my red, Ford Escort.  Now, this car was my baby.  She was my High School graduation present to myself and first "big girl" purchase. (Let me mention I also bought her on Friday the 13th).  I drove her off the lot with 3 miles on her. She has been in my life longer than my husband. There were so many memories in that car...she drove us away from the reception center on our wedding night, she brought our first baby home from the hospital.  She was always dependable and reliable and was such a great car for me and my family.

We were hoping that my brother in law could maybe save her for a few hundred dollars...but, not to be so.  Chet got the phone call a few days ago that we were in over what she was even worth. The tears came....and haven't stopped.

 

Kylee and I went to the body shop on Friday to get stuff out of the car and to say goodbye...well, I needed to say goodbye. I held it together until we got back into my van and then I had to have a moment and cried...cried hard, started to drive away, took one more look at my little red car and cried until I was almost home.  

I know, it's so silly to be so sad over a car.  I am the kind of girl that is very sentimental and in all honesty, for me, it was a very hard loss.  I loved that car, I had her for 22 years, and she was good to me...and my family. 

Goodbye little red.  You deserve a very special place in car heaven. :(