ism's and other oddities

I really do feel lucky that I get to be at home with my kids all day and home educate them, but there is also a very real thing of too much togetherness. Marc took this week off to get caught up on home-improvement projects and to also give me a little bit of a break from the kids. It's just nice to have another adult in the house to talk to that isn't whining or screaming that he's being looked at.

Being with the kids as much as I am has given me so good comic relief. Two of my kids are naturally funny and don't mean to be. The other two kids are type A, driven, perfectionistic people who I just cannot relate to. Before I share the humor my children have shared with me, I need to add a disclaimer here. Marc and i accept anyone, including our children, should they happen to be gay, bi, or trans-gender and feel God loves us all and no one should be treated badly merely because of their sexual orientation. OK, having said that, let me share my comedy of my littlest one.

Since the moment Jerome came home, he has been telling me how he wants to be a girl. He wants to grow up to marry a boy since he will be a girl. These are his words, as a little tiny 6 year old kid. He just feels he's a girl. Anyway, Jerome wanted to wear a dress yesterday, which we indulged him in while at home, and he was running, dancing and twirling around outside yesterday letting the wind blow and billow his dress. He came inside and told me it was cold being a girl. I had to ask why and he told me that it's cold on his winky-tinky since girls don't wear underpants. Obviously he believes I go commando everyday.....which I do NOT! I guess if he grows up and still wants to be a girl we will have to teach him that even young ladies wear panties.

Thomas is just generally funny all the time. He's taught the boys to go fe pee pee on the electric fence since it seems they all like the sizzling tingle they get. What a bunch of pervs. I think this might be a strong sign we have lived in the middle of nowhere for too long.