craziness

Sunday conversations:
Mikalai: Mom, tonight church one hour?
Bobby: One hour thirty minutes.
Mikalai: Mom, tonight church two hours?
Me: One hour thirty minutes.
Aleh: Mom, tonight church one hour?
Me: Yes.
Tonya: Mom, tonight church one hour?
Bobby: Yes, one hour thirty minutes.
Mikalai: Mom, tonight church one hour...
and repeat the above every twenty minutes, and then replace with ...read Narnia? read Bibles?

Do they think the answer is going to change? Tonight in exasperation I responded with ,"No, 5 hours!" much to Jen and Nicole's amusement. No sooner is church over and we're in the van and the Narnia question started! When Aleh asked me for the third time before Bobby could even back out of the parking lot, I finally turned around and said, "Yes! And Aleh is reading 10 pages!" Then Tonya asked, so I said the same thing to her. When the time to read did come around, Aleh started whining, so I told him he had to read 20 pages! (They normally read 1 to 2 pages each.) When Aleh's turn came, I showed him his paragraphs, but he kept going...and going...and going. When he hit the top of page three, I tried to take the book away from him but he pulled it closer and kept reading! The other two started whispering, "It's okay, Mom...okay!" Evidently Mikalai understood when I told Bobby the other night if they read 6 pages a night, we can finish in 9 nights. They read 8 tonight and would have kept going but I made them stop. They wanted to mark where the end of Prince Caspian is (their book as all seven books in one). I think they're on a mission.

The other thing that totally exasperates them is when I don't have the answer to a question (or haven't had time to think!) and answer with "I don't know; we'll see" or "maybe." The other night Tonya especially was frustrated and responded, 'No we'll see. Yes. No. Okay, Momma?" I just laughed and said "Maybe." That night when I told her to go take a bath she looked at me and said, "I don't know. We'll see." When she finished her bath, I told her to brush her teeth, to which she responded, "We'll see." Bobby told her to go brush her teeth and she responded with "Mmm, maybe." We were in a mixture of shock and amusement.

And that's our crazy Sundays.