Following directly on the heels of a discussion about protein and chicken, with barely a breath between:
B: Mama, my foot hurts.
Me: I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s a lack of protein.
B: I think it’s because of that ant I stepped on before I took my bath the other day.
I don’t know why I even try to keep up.
Blake had some of his chicken sandwich left.
Me: You can put it in the fridge and eat it when you get hungry.
B: But don’t I need to put it in something to protect it from predators?
B: I just realized that wear and pear are the same word except pear has a p and wear has a w and oh! I know why some people call it “double v” because it’s two Vs together!
And then off he ran, possibly to breathe.
B: Wouldn’t it be weird if a baby had a unibrow? He’d be like, “Yeah, I’m an angry baby!”
Blake’s shirt was inside out.
“Do you think if I put it on like this, everything will be backwards?”
Blake and I have started walking every morning. The first morning, he announced to “any ant that can hear me” that if we step on any ant, it’s an accident.
Blake wore his pirate eye patch and hook on our walk another day. As we walked, he said, “I bet the ants are really confused about who I am.”
He’s very concerned about the ants.
B: If I close my eyes, I have to breathe through my mouth.
Me: I don’t think they’re connected.
I was trying to check the weather and find out about plans for tomorrow. Blake asked me to help him with something.
Me: Jack, please go help him. I’m trying to take care of tomorrow.
B: Tomorrow can take care of itself. It’s very responsible.
B: Isn’t a poodle a kind of dog?
B: Is it a breed?
B: What’s it a breed of?
Me: *sigh* Dog.
B: I love Jack. He’s the best thing since toilet paper.
B: Mama, remember when I had that sunburn and it made weird marks on my face?
Me: Not really.
B: The marks that made me look like one of those guys.
Me: *blank look* What guys?
B: Like those guys in the west.
Me: *another blank look*
B: You know, those guys in the cowboy movies.
B: Yeah, Indians. I bet somebody saw me and thought an Indian put those marks in me while I was asleep. Continue reading Kid Quotes (5/14)
On Wednesday, we went to the store and bought snacks and drinks for the trip. The boys wanted Ruffles Cheese and Sour Cream chips (or something like that). The first bag Jack found was a little 6 or 7 oz bag that had been stuck on the shelf in the wrong place so it was the only one he could find. We finally found the bigger bags. The little bag was “Oven-Baked.” The big bag was not. We got the big bag.
Thursday afternoon in the car.
B, turning the bag around and around: Where does it say “reheated?”
J: It was “oven-baked,” and that was the other bag.
I’m so glad Jack can read his brother’s mind, because I had no clue what Blake was talking about.
I’m totally stealing this one because I was there and I can. This is a conversation between my cousin’s wife and their four-year-old son.
Mom says something about her sister.
4yo: Who’s your sister?
Mom: well, who’s your aunt, besides Aunt Laurie?
4yo, After a couple of false starts: Aunt Ann?
4yo: Who’s Aunt Hannah?
Mom: There is no Aunt Hannah.
4yo: Then how’s she your sister?
B: Jack, I need to tell you: When you told me to examine my zipper, my zipper was already examed.
B: I love you, Mama. And I love Daddy and Jack and my computer.
B: Jack! Lumberjacks are not a thing!
J: Yes they are. They’re those guys who cut down trees and eat pancakes.
B: It’s cool that you can hear what you say. I just did it again! I heard what I said! That’s such a cool feature!
No, he’s not talking about a game.
Blake and I helped put out the eggs at a huge local egg hunt. He had fun, but was concerned about “hunting” later because “now I know where all the eggs are hidden.” Check out the clever hiding spots:
I grabbed the first Easter basket I found yesterday morning, and somehow managed to find what is probably the only one in the house with plastic grass (or any grass) in it. In the car, Blake asked, “Why is this green stuff in here?”
“It’s supposed to be grass. I’m not quite sure of the point. Mostly decoration these days.”
“I like it. It adds detail.”
B: Can you bring me my water, Mama?
Me: Where is it?
B: I don’t know.
Me: Then probably not.
I was on the phone around noon when Blake realized the date. He ran over, pinched me, and yelled, “April Fools!”
Wrong annoying holiday, dude.
Apparently Blake learned it was April Fools Day when Jack opened his bedroom door, threw his shirt in Blake’s face, and yelled, “April Fools Day!”
There may be some confusion about what a prank actually entails.
B: There’s my cough again. I have no idea what’s triggering it.
Dude. You’re six.
We had BBQ chicken for supper. Someone said something about sauce on their hands or the mess or something.
B: That’s because Jack and Daddy use their hands. Like pigs.
J: Pigs don’t have hands.
B: Then how do they catch their prey?
J: I poured too much salsa.
B: How much did you pour?
J: Enough and a half.
Blake asked for a new Minecraft mod. Even after trying different versions, I couldn’t get it to work.
B, with his little lip quivering: But I really wanted that mod.
Me: We’ll try again in a couple of months. Sometimes they’ll update something and it’ll work.
B: Okay. I guess we have to wait until January.
Me: I think we can try again before then.
B: How do you spell “frew?”
B: Like “If you go frew this door…”
Is is wrong to not want him to grow out of his speech issues when it’s this cute?
B: March has 31 days, right?
B: But it has more in Leap Year?
Me: No. February is the only month that gets an extra day.
B: Why does February only have 28 days? Is it so we get to December faster?
First thing out of Blake’s mouth when he woke up this morning: I learned something. A light flickering in a room in a horror movie is NEVER good. Unless it’s just someone standing in the room turning a flashlight on and off. But that doesn’t really make sense, so no one would probably do that. Unless they turned it on to see if it worked, and said, “Hey, cool! It works!” And kept turning it off and on to see if still works.
B: Is a beacon a real thing?
Me: Yes. It’s like a signal.
B: So if you’re in the city of the undead and you’re lost, you can send up a beacon and get help?
Me: Uh, that’s not the typical usage, but, yeah.
Somehow Blake started in on pores and sweating. After some discussion:
B: So water comes out the holes?
B: So you have to pee less.
Me: Um, not exactly.
B: But water comes out, so you have to pee less.
We’re downstairs watching The Hobbit. Blake was upstairs and came down to tell me he was hungry. His dad is upstairs. In his chair. Right beside the kitchen door.
B: I’m hungry.
J: Get Daddy.
Me, at the same time: Where’s your daddy?
B: Daddy’s asleep. You’re not supposed to wake someone up in case it’s an emergency.
Me: Unless it’s an emergency?
B: Yeah. That.
Bilbo was trading riddles with Gollum.
Blake: It’s not really fair because Gollum has two people. Gollum and Beagle.
I didn’t catch what he said at first, but Jack laughed.
Keep working on it, son.
J: Blake, don’t turn on the tv. It takes you too long to eat and we have to leave.
B: But I need something to advertise me.
Me, after thinking for a few seconds: Entertain you?
I heard Blake say something, but I didn’t catch what he said. Then I did hear this:
B: Oh no!
B: I said, ‘oh, damn.’
I waited, because 1)He doesn’t say stuff like that and 2) I wondered what the tragedy was.
B: I meant to say, ‘oh, man.’
Me: It happens, son.
J: I wish my left leg were as flexible as my right leg. It would be more convenienter.
B: Supermarkets sell people things they didn’t even know they needed.
Me: Um, what?
B: Supermarkets sell people things they didn’t even know they needed.
Me: Where did you hear that?
B: I looked up supermarket. [Doubtful. I’m sure he heard it worded just that way somewhere.]
Me: How would you even know to look up the word supermarket? We don’t even use that word. We say grocery store.
B: Grocery store, supermarket…So a guy walks into a supermarket and he doesn’t know what he wants. Then he sees bread and cheese, and thinks, “Hey, I want a cheese sandwich.”
J: This is a cool puzzle game. See, the left trigger and stick control the older brother and the right trigger and stick control the younger brother.
Me: I need one of those remotes.
B: Daddy’s making a green drink and he wants to know if you want one.
Me, assuming he meant some kind of smoothie: I don’t know. Depends on what he’s putting in it.
B: Some ice and some other thing that I don’t know.
Me: That was helpful.
Turns out Daddy was making margaritas.
I was taking Legos apart.
B: Here. Let the child-man show you how to do that.
(Before the feminists freak out, it didn’t come across that way at all. I’d have stopped that in its tracks.)
B kept dropping the pegs into the bottom of the Battleship case.
B: This is hard.
Me: I don’t have any trouble holding in to them.
B: you’re older than me so you’re more durable.
Jack and I are watching Star Trek. Blake came down the stairs in a Darth Vader mask.
Me: Go away, Darth. We’re watching a different space movie.
Blake and I were playing Life. He landed on a block that awarded him $95,000.
B: I can buy anything I want until it’s all gone!
Me: That pretty much applies to any amount of money.
B: I uninstalled some of my other games so I have room for this one now. Last time I tried to install it, it said I had insignificant space to install it.
The boys are watching Teen Titans GO!
J: Blake, that’s not really funny.
B: Then why are you smiling?
J: Because you’re smiling.
(I love it when they do stuff that reminds me why I keep them around. 😉 )
Words have always been important to me. During my adolescent years, I would often correct people when they used words that didn’t convey what I knew they meant to say. Annoying? Yes. I am sure of it. I don’t remember how old I was when I figured that out, but at some point I matured enough to realize it was okay if people didn’t always say what they meant. Maybe it was when I finally began to comprehend God’s grace. The realization that relationship is more important than semantics has surely made it easier on my friends and family.
But despite our ability to discern what’s really going on in an oral conversation, written communication is easily misunderstood if we don’t have a good grasp on grammar. Precision is especially important in the written word, because body language and non-verbal communication cues are absent. Continue reading Guest Post: Perfecting Your Possessives—I Am God’s Child