The Three Little Kidlets

So, in honor of my newest tradition I mentioned here, because I have oh-so-many that you may get confused, (that was sarcasm, folks) I suppose I need to tell you a story. Once a upon a time, in a land far, far away….oh who am I kidding? I'm a terrible story-teller. When the kids ask me to tell the a good-night story it goes a little something like this: Once upon a time there was a little girl whose name started with an A, she had two brothers; an older one whose name was that of a wonderful home decor store, and a younger curly-headed one whose name rhymed with 'bowen.' The three of them had reached the day's end without burning down the house or breaking anything of serious monetary or sentimental value (their mother thanks them for this). Their prize? A kiss good-night along with a nice, soft pillow that shall remain beneath their heads for at least the next 8 hours so that their mommy and daddy can sleep-in past 5AM. The End.
And of course the story was told in my best english accent. Seriously. Read the story again, but this time use an accent. Besides sounding like a complete moron, you will note that it sounds much more important - no?! I think it does. The kids don't buy it though. They giggle and ask for a real story, at which point we raid their bookcase for a story that is respectable enough to have been published, bound, and placed for sale (and then of course purchased by us Rumbargers). What I'm getting at is that I generally try to leave story telling to the professionals. Now on with my newest tradition, and my horrible story-telling…

The following conversation took place a few weeks ago when Ariana said a boy was cute because he had 'cool hair' (bee.tee.dubs. the kid had 'Justin Bieber hair' - as I call it). Moving on…her comment sparked a 20 minute conversation (and a slight palpation of my heart) on boyfriends and girlfriends. I was feeling the three of them out to see if they had a love puppy-love interest. Ethan piped up with, "Owen has a girlfriend!" Owie smiled, blushed, immediately tried to hold back his smile and said, "NO I DON'T!' So, me being the overbearing mother I am put my detective badge on and began the interrogation (mind you, this kid is five):

Me: Owen do you have a girlfriend?
Owen: I uuuuuused to
Me: What happen? Did she move away?
O: No, we broke up.
Me: Why?
O: I don't knooooow!!!! (throwing his hands in the air)
Me: Are you still confused by the whole situation? You seem confused.
O: No Mom, I'm not confused. (sorta chuckles)
Me: I'm sensing some pent up resentment disguised as humor, would you like to discuss the breakup, it may help?
O: MAMA! I JUST broke up with her. It JUST wasn't working oooooooout.
Me: 10-4

It just wasn't working out??? What soon-to-be-kindergartener says that? He's obviously been involved in one too many breakup conversations to know such a reason exists for a split. I immediately went to change the topic (and tried not to laugh) when Ari said, "Mom?! You totally have to write that one down in your book!" And I did. I knew my girl was observant but sheesh - am I that obvious with my jotting-of-the-quotes?

Hope that made you all laugh. Or at least smile. And just in case it didn't I'll leave you with a picture that's sure to make you grin. :)