It's genetic

This evening while at skating:

Random woman: "Excuse me? Are you a hockey mom?"

Me: "No, I'm not. Sorry"

Woman: "Do you know the practice schedule for next month?"

Me: "For hockey? No. My daughter doesn't play hockey. She's in figure skating."

Woman: "I heard you. But you look like a hockey mom." (What does a hockey mom look like? Evidently, me.)

Zilla: (lacing her skates as this exchange occurs) "You do kind of look like a hockey mom, momma. You also look like you can see Russia from your front door."

Perfect deadpan, my girl has. It is growing increasingly difficult to not laugh at the things she says. And yes, I am aware of whom she gets this.

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The Dangers of Kool-Aid...

Zilla: Kool-aid in the eye is never a laughing matter, momma! Sugar causes blindness!

Me: That's in diabetics, Zils.

Zilla: Well...how do you think the sugar gets there in the first place?

Me: A Kool-aid shot to the eye?

Zilla: I rest my case.

Moo in the box...

The Moo likes to hang out in boxes (see photo).  Any box.  Any size.  Doesn't matter.

My favorite part about The Moo hopping into said box?  When the zilla starts to sing, "I'm The Moo in the box..." ala Alice in Chains.


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Moo in the Box

Life Leaking

Gram visits are currently suspended due to a raging head and chest cold.  As we were schmoogling (our family's term for snuggling) on the couch the zilla offered this little nugget of insight.

"Momma, why do you sound like a bicycle pump when you breathe?"
"It's because I have a cold, Lils."
"Oh. I thought maybe it was your life leaking out."

Yeah.

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