Amie Borst

I've got this camping trip planned with a bunch of friends. We'll be just a few miles from the beach. What would be more fun? Loads of great friends, tons of kids, sunshine on my face and wind in my hair. Campfires every night. Roasting marshmellows. Games, stories and camp songs. Sure. Fun. This is what comes to my mind: Hot, humid, sticky, overcrowded tent with all 3 kids and my husband. Mosquitos who seem to be drawn to me like flies to honey. Ticks. A hard ground. A fungus-growing, germ-ridden, bacteria-filled public shower. Cranky kids covered in sand. Heat exhaustion. Sunburn. Oh and sun poisoning. Yeah, this is really sounding like my idea of fun. NOT. I'll tell you what would be more fun: A nice cool air-conditioned hotel room (preferrably the Hilton) with a down comforter, a hot PRIVATE shower, a comfy bed and no sand in places I'd rather not mention. That is definately more my speed. I'm thinking this trip is probably going to be

My kids can say the darndest things sometimes. Where they come up with them, I'll never know. But while they're still young, I'll take it. Lock the memories inside and hope they'll be there to revisit whenever I want. Some of my favorites: We're at a talent show and there is a boy on a unicycle jumping rope. My 6 year old says, "Wow. That's impressive." I think it's impressive that she can use big words. My 6 year old comes home from school one day and says, "I threw up randomly today." (Let it be known, I think what she was trying to say was that she urped and it happened out of nowhere) That same 6 year old, when seeing a green car says, "That's just wrong." What? It's just wrong she even knows how to use that phrase. My 10 year old hates the song "What do you want from me." Whenever they sing the chorus, she responds, "I want you to shut up." That 10 year old also says, "That's nice.