"Do you want me to sell you to the gypsies?!" I shouted out to my kids yesterday as they were throwing their fists around in the back seat. Where the heck did that come from!? I asked myself. Good grief, what age are we living in now?! I couldn't believe that 200 year old line flew out of my mouth and into the backseat before I could take it back.
My kids stopped and looked at me like I was crazy.
"What are 'gypsies', Mom?" Sam asked. How was I to explain this to my little guys? So I came up with a quick one:
So now, apparently, gypsies are "strangers" too... which isn't too far off because we don't personally know any right? So any we did see around would be strangers.... Give me a break, I am trying to explain to the speech/language impaired what it means to be sold to gypsies... me and my big mouth!
My boys were still pretty confused about the whole "selling" them to gypsies or strangers or whatever. So I rephrased myself and asked if they would be nicer if they went to live with a new family. Sam called my bluff and said, "I want to live with a NEW family!!"
Then I called his: "Okay sweetie, we will go home and pack up your stuff and you can go live with a new family..." He took this seriously and started crying. "Mom, I don't want to live with another family, I love YOU! I want to stay with YOU!"
"I thought you wanted a new family?" I asked sweetly.
"No, Mom, I was being silly...." he cried.
"Okay, well, if you want to stay with our family you can." I told him.
"Thank you, Mommy!!!" He said wiping his tears away. There was a little pause, then, as I watched him in the rear view mirror, he looked over to Nephi and got a shifty look on his face.
"But Mom," he added. "Nephi wants to go live with a new family!"
I really need to think next time before opening certain cans of worms... lesson learned!