Showing posts with label Children Conversations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Children Conversations. Show all posts

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Dear Mr President

We are not overly political at our house. I know, I know, we name our children after presidents and then don't get involved. Shawn does vote, and we've had yard signs, but in 16 years I have never really heard him get in a big discussion.

I don't vote.

Don't get me started.

Living where we do, Bible Belt Oklahoma, we...are...not...Democrats. Neither of our families are. There might be a few here and there, but we're most definitely Republicans. Republican enough that when we announced we were naming our second baby Kennedy my sweet Great Uncle Clyde pulled me aside and said, "Now you know Kennedy was a Democrat. Right?"

We don't say bad things about elected officials around our house, but they girls have picked up that the current president was not the choice of our family or most of our friends.

How the discussion about the current president came up at dinner tonight...I have no earthly idea. But the laughter and snorting that was involved made for a wonderful time around our table.

Here are the girls letters to the current president.


Dear President Obama,

I think Ronald Reagan was a better president than you. And William McKinley and John F Kennedy even though he was a dem-o-crat like you. I'm sorry to say this but I think you are a stinker (in capital letters).

From Reagan-9

P.S. I hate you.



Dear President Obama,

I think that Lewis McClain would have been a better president than you. Wait, that is a person from church. I meant to say John McCain. He is very old but very bold. (Notice how I rhyme.)

Although you are doing a very good job of being president of these United States of America.

Thank you for taking care of our country.

Sinseriously,

Kennedy-11

P.S. Notice how I am named after John F. Kennedy, a democrat like yourself.


Dear President-a B.O.,

You stink. Hahahahahahahaha. :)

Sincerely,

McKinley Chicken Bieber-14


If you are a fan of his please don't be offended. We certainly aren't complaining and of course none of us want his job, we were just having fun.

And laughing our heads off!


Thursday, April 9, 2009

Out of the mouth of babes...

My girls all got Zen Mosaics for Christmas. Remember these faces?

As Shawn set them up with a Napster account and started loading music he asked each of them who their favorite artist was. McKinley and Kennedy instantly said, Carrie Underwood, Taylor Swift, and Rascal Flatts.

When he asked Reagan who her favorite singer was she said, "Juju." That's our aunt who teaches them voice lessons. She is an amazing singer. But not on Napster. Shawn smiled and laughed and then asked who her favorite artist was. Her answer? "Mrs. Masterson." Who is Mrs. Masterson you might ask...her school art teacher.

Don't you just love 7 year olds?

I do!

Friday, February 27, 2009

Out of the mouthes of babes

This afternoon I was shopping for some classy clothes for a Philharmonic concert that I'm hosting tonight. Reagan had been sent home from school with the slightest fever so she was with me. I found a shirt I quite liked but could only find larges. I needed a medium. As I was looking through every single one of them I said out loud, "I can't find my size!"

To which Reagan answered, "Just suck in and don't talk."

Don't you just love her??

I could have explained to her that I needed a smaller size, not a larger one but instead I just shared a laugh with a friend of mine who happened to be one rack over:C)

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Reaganisms

While talking about tomorrows voice recital this was said by Reagan.

I was going to sing "Part of the Heart of the Sky" but I couldn't rememberize it.




How many of you thought that title meant I was going to talk politics?

Hee-hee.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Overheard

Today I asked Reagan to call Gogo and Grampa and invite them to our house for Memorial Day. Here's part of their conversation:

Gogo:What time do we need to be there?

Reagan:My mom said we're eating at noon but you can come anytime.

Gogo:Can I bring anything?

Reagan:Yes, Grampa!