Me: "Oh, brother."
Little Boy: "Daddy says that when he plays the Mario game!"
So, picture this. I'm on the computer, and Little Boy's at the kitchen table working on his subtraction workbook (which he's in love with, but that's another story). Then I hear a frustrated little voice:
"Uhh...I'm having a problem over here!"
Cracked me up. I had to hide my giggles, of course. Math problems are not funny. (Teehee.)
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Isaac, my dear and loving husband, insists that I'm a germaphobe. Which I'm not. I just paid attention in my Food Safety class. And...maybe I was a microbiologist in a past life. But I'm not afraid of germs. Sheesh.
So the other day, I walked past the bathroom and saw Isaac wiping off the counter. He saw that I was giving him a funny look, so he said:
"You have to wipe up the germs, or they'll start effervescing and comulgating, you know."
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Isaac made up scientific words, and now we will eat him! Bahaha! |
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Y'know what? I used to post Quotes of the Day once in awhile--usually cute stuff that Little Boy said. But for the last year or so, I've put most of them on Facebook instead of here.
Which is fine, but posting them here makes them a LOT easier for me to find when I want to look back at them.
So (for mostly my own looking-up-old-stuff benefit), here are some that made it to Facebook but not to the blog:
Me: "Remember to tell me if you need to go potty."
Little Boy: "No, I don't poop anymore."
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Little Boy and Isaac are building a helicopter with Little Boy's building set.
Isaac: "D'oh! Poor design."
Little Boy: "Tartar sauce!"
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Little Boy, looking at my craft stuff: "What are those?"
Me: "Foam sheets."
Little Boy: "Phone sheep?"
Me: "...Yes."
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Isaac: "When I get hired and we're making $40,000 a year, and we have $20,000 to spend on burgers..."
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Me: "We're going to Grandma's house for Christmas, and we get to ride on an airplane to get there!"
Little Boy (confused): "Oh...did someone get us an airplane?"
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Little Boy: "I tried to read this story while you were asleep. But I didn't do a very good job."
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Little Boy: "Daddy's wrapped up like a burrito and he can't get up!"
Isaac wasn't really stuck, but that's what he told Little Boy--and Little Boy was VERY concerned.
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Kaylyn, looking out the window: "Mom, the Russians are coming."
Mom: "No, I don't have their money!"
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Me: "That's a fruit fly. They like to eat bananas."
Little Boy [as if everything in his world finally makes sense]: "Ohhhh. Flies like bananas, and I like bananas, and monkeys like bananas, too!
{I had Isaac take this photo of Little Boy in his sick-bed today...okay, obviously not, but wouldn't it be funny if we really looked like that? Image from here.}
Little Boy's a little sicky today--I swear, he's thrown up more in the last month than in the other four years of his entire life.
...which totally makes it sound like he's been throwing up for a month straight. Don't worry, he hasn't. He's just gotten two stomach bugs within a few weeks of each other.
I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that he's better already; he was pretty active this evening. I keep explaining to him that he can't have the candy bar he wants, because we need to wait for his tummy to get better, and he keeps responding, "But I already got better all by myself! After I threw up!"
Heh. Nice try, kid.
I know Christmas is over, but I had to post this. It'll be a good one for me to look back on later. And laugh. So we visited Isaac's parents for the Christmas break. Isaac and his family (I was somewhere else that day, don't remember where) watched A Christmas Story while Little Boy was playing in the same room. I'm sure that 99% of the movie went over Little Boy's head, but one part stuck. And, thanks to that one part in A Christmas Story, Little Boy easily decided which ornament on his grandparents' Christmas tree is his favorite:
Yes, that's an actual Christmas ornament. And for the rest of our vacation, we'd hear Little Boy randomly exclaim, "It's a major award!"
Me: [trying to explain brothers and sisters and parents to Little Boy, who is clearly not understanding]
Little Boy, interrupting: "Well...but I'm a reindeer."
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Andrea: "What is that?"
Isaac: "What do you think it is?"
Andrea: "Is that a hot dog? You grated a hot dog?"
Isaac: "I wanted to see what it would taste like in a quesadilla."
Kaylyn: "Rrrrggghh! [pause] ...that was my soul talking."
Isaac: "Hey, crumb cruncher!"
Little Boy*: "I'm not a crumb cruncher! I'm three."
*Translated from toddlerese: "I'm nah a tum tunchah! I'm fuh-lee."
"True independence and freedom can only exist in doing what's right."
-Brigham Young
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Isaac [reading a story to Little Boy]: "A hot cloud came out of Carl's--"
Andrea: "Isaac! Read it the way it's supposed to be!"
Sometimes how Little Boy says something is funnier than what he actually says.
Andrea: "Are you ready for lunch?"
Little Boy: "YEAH!"
Andrea: "Do you want some peanut butter?"
Little Boy: "YEAH!"
Andrea: "Will you bring me your plate, please?"
Little Boy: "YEAH!"
Andrea: "Where's your plate?"
Little Boy [whispering]: "I think it's over there."