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
I imagine you’re wondering why I’ve called all of you here. … Read more
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
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.
At this point I just kind of had to try to hide how hard I was laughing at it all.… Read more
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.
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. 😆… Read more
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!… Read more
…in which a typical conversation after dropping big brother off at school takes an unexpected turn. … Read more
C: Daddy! [waves building block creation around] I got a block.
ME: That’s great, buddy! What else have you got?
[C disappears into his room, comes out carrying a squirmy Portia]
C: Daddy! I got a cat.
ME: Maybe she wants you to sit her down. What else have you got?
[C disappears into his room, comes back out waving a plastic chair over his head, narrowly missing computers and tables and cats with it]
C: Daddy! I got a chair!
ME: Woah there, Jerry Springer!… Read more
ME: I’ve finally figured it out, buddy. Your little brother…he’s pretty much Indiana Jones. And you…you’re Daniel Jackson.
E: Daniel Jackson? Dad, what are you talking about?
ME [in a deep voice]: I will explain later, Daniel Jackson.… Read more
