Conversations with Little C, Part 1825
Little C on livestock (en route to preschool this morning):
Dad, I like cows better than horses because cows can make milk come out of their bottoms. Read More
Who called this meeting?
I imagine you’re wondering why I’ve called all of you here. Read More
Conversations with Little C, day 1135
C: Daddy, get down!
ME: What?
C: GET DOWN!
ME: You mean get down from my chair, or get down and get funky?
[ thoughtful pause ]
C: Get down and get funky, daddy. Read More
The Little Green Men on closeness
From time to time when he was younger, and occasionally still now, E has struggled with the concept of personal space – you couldn’t violate his, but he could get all over anyone else. So the following interaction as all three of us sat on the sofa watching something on TV amused me greatly.
- E [watches intently]
- C [cuddles up to E]: Hiiiiii!
- E [ignores little brother]
- C [getting in his big brother’s face]: HIIIIIIIII!
- ME: Hey, C. Back off. Personal space.
- C [still in big brother’s face]: PERSONAL SPAAAAAAAAAACE!
At this point I just kind of had to try to hide how hard I was laughing at it all.
The Little Green Men on hippo feasts
We’re big fans of Fiona the Hippo, the adorable superstar of the Cincinnati Zoo, at my house. Little C knows her as “the baby hippo”; E just likes to watch watermelons tossed into the hippo cove, where Fiona’s full-sized parents devour them whole. As we watched a Youtube playlist of the Cincinnati Zoo’s hippos – including Fiona – the boys provided the following narration:
E: Watermelons! OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM
C: Deeeeeeeelicious, hippos!
😆 It’s doesn’t get better than when they team up and tag-team something like this, each with their own sense of humor.
Conversations with Little C, day 990
Little C is learning to recognize letters – he’s on the verge of reading! As we pull up in the store parking lot:
C: “W…A…L…M…A…R…T…fingernails!”
ME: “What? Fingernails!?”
C: “They’re fingernails, daddy.”
He’s pointing to the “flower” design in the Wal-Mart logo.
Fingernails. Now I can’t unsee it. And neither can you. 😆
Conversations with Little C, day 883
At breakfast.
C: [farts loudly]
C: What was THAT?
ME: Uh…that was you, buddy.
C: No daddy! That was YOU!
ME: He who smelt it, dealt it.
C: No daddy!
Conversations with Little C, day 882
…in which a typical conversation after dropping big brother off at school takes an unexpected turn. Read More