You're my hero

I must start with a confession. This is an old story, but nothing stuck out in my mind as "blogable" today. Although, sometimes that's a good thing!

We were sitting at dinner one day and Jeremy did something great for Ben. Ben is into us keeping him safe. For those of you who followed early facebook statuses, we have an on going battle with squirrels and Ben has now decided that we need to keep him safe. So when Jeremy promises protection, Ben things it's wonderful.
On this day, Jeremy said, "I'm I a superhero?"
Ben's response: "Yeah, your just like Super Grover!"

reigniting my blog with a "dinger" of a story

At the request of my sister, I have decided to become a faithful blogger once again. Although life is crazy, this is the easiest way for me to catalog the funny things that happen in our house. Most of these things you wouldn't believe unless you were here.
This story has a number of punch lines, so make sure you read to the end!

We were sitting at dinner having a grand time and eating tacos. Ben said, "I have to go pee." Jeremy replied, "Go ahead."
Exasperated, Ben climbed off of his chair and said, "Ugh, my dinger hates me."
Jeremy and I proceeded to laugh almost falling off of our chairs. Ben ran half way to the bathroom and turned around and asked Jeremy to come sit with him.
Jeremy answered, "I don't want the wrath of your dinger on me."
Ben's response: "Jer, I won't put my dinger on you."
While I continued to laugh uncontrollably, Ben looked at Jeremy and said, "Dad, Mom's a creepy lady."

Aaaaah! Life in the Burnett house!

occupation confusion

It has been SO long since I've been on here. We've been so busy. Hopefully with the new year, I can get back in the habit!

Today Ben was sitting on the potty and the TV was on in the living room. Jeopardy game on and they were giving everyone's name and occupation. One of the contestants is a "tutor." Ben looked at me and laughed and said, "Mom, that guy said 'tooter.'" He thought he meant a person who "toots" a lot. He laughed and laughed.
When he was done, we walked into the living room and I said, "Ben, tell Daddy what they said on TV."
Ben: "That guy's a poop guy."
Jer: "What?"
Ben: "Mom, what was that guy?"
Me: "A tutor."
Ben (giggling): "Dad, that guy's a tooter."

a new target

Wow! I was doing so well for such a long time. Sorry "fans" that I have been slacking.
Anyway, Ben is going through some regression phase. He's crying about EVERYTHING and all of a sudden can't go to the bathroom by himself.
I was sitting with him today while he was sitting and peeing on my toilet. He had to go bad and was aiming very carefully. This caused him to bend over slightly. While he was "watching" (I'm assuming, I don't know what boys do), he drooled into the potty.
He watched for a second. Then I saw him "adjust" a little bit. He looked up at me and said, "Mom, I just peed on my slobber."
I knew he was aiming.
Then, he hopped off the potty and said, "I need to go tell, Dad!"
And he did!

The Little Mermaid

One of our favorite movies these days is The Little Mermaid. It was one of Jeremy's favorites, so he got it for Christmas a few years ago.
Benjamin and Hadley got a Dora Kitchen from some friends of ours. With it came some plastic forks. Benjamin came over to me and said, "Mom, can I dingle hop your hair?"
We spent a few minutes brushing our hair with small plastic forks!

Bed time kisses

So, Ben goes in spurts where he likes to lick my face instead of kiss me. While we were getting ready for bed, I asked him for a kiss. He walked over and kissed me. The lights were out in his room, so I couldn't see his face, but it was abnormally slimy.
He smiled really big and said, "That was a kiss and a lick!"
We laughed at him, and I said, "Can I have a nice kiss on the cheek?"
He came over and licked me again. So, I grabbed him and licked his cheek.
He stood up, wiped off his face, and said, "I'm a boy. People don't lick boys. That's really gross!"

Another prayer story

We went to Kraynaks today with my brother and sister-in-law, niece, mom, and the kids. We had a great time! While there I hurt my finger in a tragic cart accident. I don't know what I did, but it involved a pop and now it's swollen and bruised. I was telling Jeremy about it on the way home. Ben heard us talking and asked what happened.
Ben: "Mom, did your finger hurt? Did it pop? Is it bruised? Do you want me to pray for it when we get home?"
Me: "Yes, my finger hurts. Yes, it popped. Yes, it's bruised. Of course, I want you to pray for it when we get home!"
When we sat down for prayers tonight, I asked him if he would pray for it. He said, "Thank you God, for making Mommy's finger all better."
Then, he looked at me and said, "Can you pray for my kids?"
(Because Jeremy and I are both teachers, we always say we have to go to school to work with our kids. Benjamin now has "kids" and a "teacher" of his own.)
Me: "Of course, I can pray for your kids what's wrong?"
Ben: "All of their fingers popped!"
We prayed for his kids fingers to get better!