Hilarity from Cooper B

Randomly on the way home today Cooper was telling me something about Anna checking her boyfriend Chris's blood sugar, and he said, "When I grow up I do not want to get shot-ted like that.  No way.  And I am not going to the hospital to get shot-ted or anything else either.  I don't want to go to the hospital at all.  And I am not driving Ella to the hospital when she has a baby.  She can just drive herself."

/Me: Okay, first of all, no.  We have had this conversation multiple times, and you will not be married to Ella when you grow up.  Remember how Uncle Will and I are brother and sister like you and Ella?  But I married Daddy, and he married Caroline.  You can marry whoever you want.

Cooper: I can marry whoever I WANT?  I don't have to marry Ella?  Well thank goodness.  And whoever I marry will still have to drive themself to the hospital when they have a baby because I do not want to get shot-ted in the hospital.  I'll explain it to her before so she knows.

Me: Coop, of course you can marry whoever you want, and you have to have to drive your wife to the hospital when she's having a baby.  It's only fair since she's the one who's going to have to have the baby.  And you don't get a shot just because you walk in the hospital.

Coop: Mom (with eye roll) - you know I am not afraid of a getting a shot.  I don't want to get SHOT-TED.  That is when you bleed.  That did not look fun.  And can you give me directions on how to get to the hospital when I am grown up?  Because I don't know how to get there on my own.  You know, after you teach me how to drive and stuff?

At this point I just said, "Okay, sure." because I was pretty sure I couldn't handle any more conversation about him driving, getting married, or having a baby just yet.  :P

Wal-Mart = 4 hour trip

I took both kids with me to Wal-Mart this morning to get approximately 500 things because apparently I have lost my mind.  The little one - Miss Sassy Pants - feels the need to say "Hey!" (loudly) to every single person we pass, but if they dare to stop to talk to her, she gives them her trademark stink eye and/or ignores them completely.  In case you don't know what the stink eye looks like (obviously you've never met Ella, but anyway...) here is one such look.

And while the little one is busy giving out "the look" or ignoring them, the bigger one is ready and willing to chat with anyone who stops.  "Hi, I'm Cooper.  That's Ella.  How are you?  I'm doing great.  Are you buying grapes too?  I like the green ones best, don't you?" and on and on and on. 

I sure do love my babies, but sometimes I wonder how many gray hairs each grocery shopping trip with them gives me.  :P