Keagan Funny

We were sitting on the couch last night watching the Mavs game when I told my dad I needed him to take a look at the clock because it was running fast. Keagan looked perplexed. So I explained the clock just chimed nine, but it was actually 8:58. 

Keagan said, “That’s what that means? Nine chimes means it is 9:00? I thought it was random all of this time.”

Y’all. How can this be? How can my 16 year old just now make the connection with telling time and grandfather clock chimes? We laughed hard at this for a good long time 

Keagan Funny

Keagan: I can’t go to school today. There’s ice on my truck. 

Me: Turn the defroster on high heat and wait a few minutes.

Keagan: The ice isn’t on the inside; it’s on the outside. 

Y’all. I can’t even. 

Funny

Keagan continues to keep us in stitches. Today I showed a picture to Wes of my vision for the kitchen project. I mentioned I wanted subway tile as the backsplash. 

Keagan pipes up, “Subway? Well, we’d have to have an Indian then!” 

Cow Dreams

Keagan has one chore around the house: pick up dog poop before Evan mows the lawn. This inevitably leads to a fight. Evan finds something that Keagan missed, Keagan thinks Evan should just drive over it. Boys yell. Doors slam. Chaos ensues.

It’s no secret that when we build our forever home, I want pet Longhorns. Wes thinks this is odd, but nothing reminds me of home more than cattle and nothing says Texas like longhorn cattle. I think I need only three, maybe a pair, but I want to be able to sit on my porch, look out at the pasture, and see cows. 

Today, while I was out of earshot, Keagan confided to Wes that this is the worst idea ever. He’s against my cow dreams. When Wes asked why, Keagan said, “There’s no way I’m cleaning up that huge cow poop.”

And he was serious. 

I’m still laughing. 

School Fail

Evan is the only kid in his circle of friends in Tennessee who can read and write cursive. That’s because his fourth grade teacher in Georgia taught it. Keagan got one day of cursive handwriting on the last day of fifth grade. All 52 letters crammed into one handwriting lesson. To this day, Keagan can’t read or write in cursive. I had big plans to teach him two summers ago, but one mention of “teach” and I received all kinds of push back. I don’t think he came out of the playroom for 72 hours the first few days of summer in fear I’d corner him at the breakfast table and start with cursive lessons. 

This week all of his birthday cards have had sweet messages written in cursive. Today he’d had it! He opened a card, couldn’t read the message, threw the card to the side and exclaimed, “I feel like an African slave unable to read or write.”

Don't Ask to Open an Early Christmas Present Again

Every year.

Every year Keagan asks to open an early Christmas gift. I always say no, and he still asks. Today he asked me again and I acquiesced. 

While he napped today, I wrapped a very important "gift" for our Christmas trip to Costa Rica. Keagan was hoping to open a set of clues that would lead him to a PS4 game system.

He opened Bonine, his air sickness medication, instead.
I think I've solved the problem of his asking to open an early Christmas present.