A few more stories from the Starks:

As I was kissing clay goodnight he looked up at me (half asleep) and said, "momma, don't put me in a nursing home"...haha...given the fact I mentioned their bathroom smelled like a nursing home and had to explain the old people in nursing homes pee their pants and thus it smells like their bathroom did....he's so funny

....Myles was arguing with me this morning over shorts or pants..it went like this..."mom, I don't want to wear pants cause I have PE"...."ok, wear shorts"..."I can't wear shorts cause Ms. Rahlman said it was chilly today"...."ok, so wear pants"..."but mom, I don't want to cause I have PE"....Clayton interject...ed.."Myles, you're confusing to me!"....my thoughts exactly...........

Clayton informed me "if these stupid birds don't stop poopin on our car I'm gonna start deer huntin them!!"

Just overheard my 4yr tell my 5yr old while in the tub together.."If you don't give me the shampoo I will hit you in the elbows"...5y/o "huh"....4y/o "your private elbows"...my 5y/o laughing..."Clay you are such a preschooler..they're not your elbows retard..there your tenticals." hahahah....I love being a mom!!

3/24/10: Happy 6th Anniversary to us!! I came home to a filthy house and a beautiful bouquet of tulips sitting in my chair...Jared style!!


Man....I love being a mother and a wife!!

What else do you say?

So...I was sitting here laughing at Clay and figured I should post a few of his words of wisdom:

Mom: Clayton, go put your shoes that are in the laundry room in your bedroom
Clay: Woman, those are my laundry shoes, not my closet shoes!
Mom: ok...(what else do you say?)


Mom: move it dog (as it was wiggling at 5am under MY feet in MY bed)
Dog: no response, kept wiggling
Mom: swat...(kicked at it)
Dog: no response, laid on top of my feet
Mom: swoosh...dog in the floor...
Dog: ow Mom that hurt (aka Clayton)
Mom: hehahehaheha (what else do you say?)

Clay: Momma, why does the sun shine?
Mom: because God made it that way.
Clay: Why do frogs make noises?
Mom: because God made it that way.
Clay: Why do we like God?
Mom: because he sent us his son Jesus, who died on the cross for our sins.
Clay: Why do I keep asking you questions.
Mom: because God made you that way.
Clay: Why did God make you fat?
Mom: mmmm....I don't know. (what else do you say?)


Mom: Clay, who do you want to babysit you this friday? Jordan or Brittany?
Clay: Tori
Mom: No, she's working...jordan or brittany?
Clay: memaw
Mom: No, she can't. Which one jordan or brittany?
Clay: They're both dumb. I will babysit myself.
Mom: Clayton don't say that....and you can't watch your self.
Clay: yep I can...watch... (he puts his arms out and stares at them) See I just watched myself.
Mom: ok....you can! (what else do you say?)


Mom: Clayton, are you finished with your breakfast?
Clayton: yep (as he runs to the living room)
Mom: well then put your plate up.
Clayton: I can't
Mom: well maybe you should ask God to help you be able.
Clayton: (stops, sits at the table and begins to pray) God, could you please put my plate in the sink? Amen.......(he opens his eyes, looks at his plate still on the table and states) Mom, God must not be working today, you will have to help me!
Mom:..................(what else do you say?)



Clay: (in the backseat on the way home from church) Mommy...
Mom: yes, buddy
Clay: Molly's my girlfriend and I'm gonna grow up and marry her and then you have to take care of us....okay
Mom: ok (what else do you say?)