Thrice the Fun

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I learned early on that having children equals constant entertainment. And work. But I like to focus on the entertainment aspect of this parenting gig. Call me a rebel. 

These three have the funniest conversations, toss out the best one-liners, put together the wackiest outfits, and keep us entertained like no one else can. 

Years ago, when Ethan began talking, I started to write down the silly things he'd say. Eleven years and two additional kidlets later I have an entire journal documenting their endless shenanigans. 

We are moving in two short weeks and I'm attempting to get even more organized than I already am - if that's even possible (yes, ladies and gentlemen, I just tooted my own obsessive compulsive horn). And I came across a piece of scrap paper that read (in my terrible handwriting):

Ari: I'll make you a deal!

Owen: Go on

A: A deal you can't refuse…

O: Keep goin'

A: I'll pay you!!!

O: How much we talkin'?!

Those two are more dramatic than an episode of The Young and the Restless. I don't know where they pick up half of the lines that escape from their mouths, though I must admit that most of it is pretty clever, not to mention amusing. 

Anyhow, after coming across several random pieces of paper/receipts/gum wrappers that I jotted my kiddos' funniest phrases and conversations on I've decided that now is the time to compile them. So compile I will. I'll also turn my tradition of making note of their silliness into a bit more - that's right, I'll entertain you all on a weekly basis with my favorite one-liner/silly face/conversation/crazy-piece-of-Rumbarger-household-action. Hold on to your seats folks, because below you will find the latest conversation to get this weekly party started: 

Owen was going around the house singing: "Apple bottom jeans, hoops in the pur," as he was singing he was bouncing around, being dramatic with his arm movements, shaking him bum…essentially, folks, he was getting jiggy-wit-it. Ari, being the all-knowing, all-powerful big sister cuts him off mid-performance and says, "No Owen, it goes like this…" and very daintily sings "Apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur," she smirks at me and turns to O for his reaction. 

"NO!" Owen squealed, not even realizing that her intent was to simply correct his lyrics. Slightly more thuggish this go 'round (in both his movements and his tone of voice) he proceeds to say/sing, "You need to add some hip hop to it like this!" At which point, he proceeded to bust a move and belt out (at the top of his tiny little lungs) "APPLE BOTTOM JEANS! HOOPS IN THE PURRRRR!". Man do I love the conversations those two have. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to get my 'hoops in the purr.'