So, with all of that "stay-home-cation" time, I've heard a few good ones. First, we have Owen who is stuffing his six year-old brain with all sorts of new words and knowledge:
Owen: "I read a book today and the author's last name was Wilcox. I'll bet she is addicted to us.
Mom: "You mean related?"
Owen: "No. . . . addicted."
Owen: "You know it's a chapter book if it has cone-nuts."
Mom: "Uhhhh . . . . (thinking). . . . . you mean contents?"
Owen: "Yeah, that."
Owen: "Do you know why dinosaurs lived?"
Mom: "Why?"
Owen: "Because they had to have a chance at life. Just like when we play video games, everyone gets a turn. They had to have a turn. Now it's our turn at life."
Mom: "Ahhh . . . ."
Mom: "What happened to the movie?"
Owen: "I'm fast-backwarding it."
And one from Max, singing in the car to The Police:
Max: "Rox-anne. . . . you don't know how to turn on the red light. . . ."
(Is that bad? A four year-old singing about . . . . well . . . . . you know. . . .)
And our Ryder. . . . there are no words for him sometimes. Mostly because he won't stop talking long enough for us to get a few in.
Ryder: "Turn the loud light off!" (the fan in the bathroom)
Ryder: "Mom. . . you are a super freak."
Mom: "Thanks, Ryder."
And, lastly, one about our fish. Rocky was a good fish. Rocky was a nice fish. Rocky only lived for a few weeks due to overzealous feeding practices. So we had to flush Rocky. A few nights later, as we were getting ready for bed, Ryder hop-skips into the bathroom, lifts up the toilet lid and says, "I'm going to go poop on Rocky." I'm glad he wasn't traumatized by the whole thing.
And just because a post without a photo is like a day without ice cream, here is one I took of a cute mom/daughter that I just think is plain sweet. Speaking of ice cream. . . . must go get some now.
4 comments:
Shar- your kids are a hoot. I'd say the stay-home-cation has definitely paid off. However, I'd be more worried about Rick James' Super Freak than Roxanne. :)
LOL! I loved the dialogue with Owen. :) This morning Allie told me her teacher was "a sucker." Ummm... I asked her where she heard that-- of course, Junie B. Jones. I asked her if she knew what the word meant. "No." We had a chat about not using words you don't know the meaning to, because if she had gone to school and called her teacher a sucker... Oh my.
Those are some beautiful people.
I love the quotes. We should lend you the book about feeding your fish too much. But maybe you don't want another fish.
Can you come back over and play today? WE LOVE YOU ALL!
Shar-you are a comedian! I love reading your posts! They brighten my day. I guess you decided not to come back to AZ :(
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