Language lessons...

Today has been one of those days. My internal clock is all sorts of screwed up because of daylight savings. I slept Sunday afternoon away and couldn't fall asleep until almost 7am. Bleech... Then up at 8:30 to scramble the boys out the door and get ready for preschool, which is at my house this week. Phone call from Brian at 9:03 to tell me that the Jeep has flat out died and he is stranded on the side of the freeway in rush hour traffic. Awesome. Decide the best course of action is to call a tow truck and pick him up at the mechanics and then take him to work. Wait for him to call me when he gets to the mechanic. Phone call at 9:27 wondering where in the heck I am as he is still waiting on the side of the freeway for the tow, and realize we had a serious miscommunication. Oops. Fortunately his mom is able to pick him up and take him into work as I wouldn't be able to make it out there and back before preschool. 10:30- Preschool kids arrive. 11:15- Lila pitches complete melt down as we are trying to do our workbook pages. 11:30- kids are playing in the toy room, Lila is down for a nap, I am getting ready for our art project when Brian calls with the good news/bad news. Good news: Our car insurance will cover the cost of the tow. yea! Bad news: Starting estimate for car repair is around $1000, and no guarantee that it will fix all that is wrong with the Jeep. Farewell Pearl. You've been a good car, but a not worth another grand or so investment. We will miss you. (p.s. Sometimes being a grown-up sucks.)

The rest of the day went more or less smoothly. I fought against napping so that I can sleep tonight, but that left me a somewhat grouchy mama bear. I can't be positive, but I believe the phrase "...come upstairs again on pain of DEATH!" may have crossed my lips once or twice. Finally 6 pm rolled around and we loaded up into the van to go pick up Daddy from work. Despite my anxieties over driving in heavy traffic and going a different way then I am used to, we survived and didn't even get lost or have to back track once. Once there Brian wanted me to bring the kids up so he could show them off to the few co-workers still around. Sure... why not? The kids were excited to get to see where Daddy works again, so they were more or less well behaved. And a nice lady that sits by Brian gave them each a sucker, ensuring that they were too busy stuffing their mouths with sugar to get too loud.

Brian excused himself to use the bathroom before we left. Now anyone who knows my husband, knows that it is going to take him at least 10-15 minutes for a bathroom break. He has OCD and the hand washing ritual isn't quick. After we had been waiting a while Evie turned to me and asked, "What is taking him so long?!" I looked at her for a moment and then said, "What always takes him so long." She mulled that over for a few seconds and then announced in a rather carrying voice, "Oh! He had to go poops!" Good thing the people Brian works with are fairly laid back...

But the best conversation of all was when were finally on the way home, stopping by way of Brian's parent's so he can borrow his mom's car while we figure out what to do next. Randomly from the back seat I hear this,

Jacob: Well. I am English.

Me: No you're not.

Jacob: Yes I am.

Me: You are an American.

Jacob: No. I am English.

Me: Okay, you're a pretentious American.

Jacob: Well, someone who speaks French is French right? I thought I spoke English, so I must be English.

Me: Oh. Yes you do speak English, but you were born in America so you are American. Your nationality is based on where you were born.

Jacob: Oh, okay.

Evie: What am I?

Me: You are American too.

Evie: No I'm not! I don't speak English, see watch! Glah-ble lah-ble guh.

Apparently my daughter is a Gibber, because she speaks gibberish...