Because I see your face is happy...

Oh my goodness. Seriously silly dinner conversation tonight. The boys were, ahem, a wee bit wound up...running like whatever runs insanely after each other throughout the house (okay, so like boys)...growling and jumping and all sorts of mayhem, right? We sit down to dinner. Numerous jokes with the wrong or modified punch lines ensue. So much so that Nathan is cringing and trying not to spew and asking if he can go hide.

So. As is my prerogative as the mom, I decided to mess with the little rascals a bit, right? (I do this fairly often and feel it is my duty as a mother.) I announced that I am an alien. To which, they immediately (and predictably) began listing off reasons that this just wasn't so...

"All aliens are green with purple pointy ears and black eyes" they said...I had to ask why they thought this...Noah said it's like that in all the movies...I said, "what about Independence Day where the aliens are kind of greyish?"...he says, "well, bad aliens are different colors sometimes but the good ones are all green"...of course, what was I thinking?

At this point, I also pointed out that since they're my sons they, themselves, were part alien. Again, vehement denials and some strange explanation from Noah about how aliens don't have babies. This, obviously, begged the question, "if aliens don't have babies, how do they get more aliens?" Noah says, "they start out bigger like kid size, of course." Duh.

By this point, Asher was getting a bit worked up about the whole thing and determined to end it all by telling me that I was joking. "How do you know that I'm not telling the truth?" I ask. He says simply..."because I see your face is happy" and then he gives me this look...you know, the look that says you should know better and stop asking pointless questions. And he left the table.  Guess he told me. ;)