I have been trying to work with my daughter on her personal hygiene- combing her hair, keeping her nails clean, etc. After she was in tears from my brushing her hair, I suggested that she clean her nails and put on deodorant because "You don't want to be known as the stinky, dirty girl, right?" This caused her to burst into tears and run upstairs.
My son, who patiently watched the tantrum, looked at me and said "Nice job, Mom. Way to make your point."
Monday night as my daughter was reading to me in her bed, I fell asleep. I woke up the next day. She smiled and said "Don't tell anyone you slept in here, Mom. It's a school night. I don't want to get in trouble."
With regard to the Easter candy, my son said, "I'm taking inventory. I know what happened to my Halloween candy, MOM."
We had a LONG road trip last week. On the way home, I realized my husband and I had a miscommunication with regard to our dogsitting. I was pissed so I didn't talk to him for an hour. We were talking about it tonight and I asked if he had even noticed. He said he wondered what he had done to deserve it--- he didn't remember doing anything so great to get me to shut up.
More to come as I think of them.... it's been a busy week!