A fly on the wall in the Hamilton household

Pillow talk

John and I got in bed about 2 am last night (after I had already slept about three hours on the couch), and you would think we would be so tired we would fall right asleep, but no. We were quite chatty. John started talking about how Mallary isn't the best listener...

John: "I think we should get some kind of collar for Mallary to wear that shocks her if she does something bad. Like a taser or something."

Me: "You want to use a taser on our children?"

John: "Just a little shock."

Me: "You are weird."

John: "It's like how they only have to touch the stove once to learn it's hot, and then they won't do it again."

Me: "You are weird."

John: "It would just be a little shock. It works on dogs..."

Silence for about a minute...

John: "I'm not saying our kids are dogs."

Me: "You are weird, and I'm totally blogging about this."

Overheard Conversation

Trevan: "Daddy, do you have to go to work today?"

John: "Yes."

Trevan: "Why do have to go to work every day?"

My sentiments exactly.

Security Breach

Yesterday, Mallary learned a new trick - she opened some doors. I thought maybe it was a fluke, and the door wasn't shut all the way, or that she just got lucky.

This morning, I put the kids in Mallary's room with the door shut to read some books while I showered. From the shower, I heard her door open and close and just assumed it was Trevan getting something from his room. A few seconds later, I hear the pitter-patter of feet on the other side of the shower curtain,

"Mama."

I peek out, and it's Mallary (looking very proud of herself, I might add).

Guess where I'm headed today? To get some more child proof door knob covers.

Super.