We made a quick trip this weekend out-of-state to attend my Grandma’s 80th birthday party. Bennett has started using more words over the past two weeks, but he suddenly started talking like crazy this weekend, and Jeffrey was normal witty self, so it was a fun weekend. Here are some Jeffrey-isms to start your week.
I know why it’s called Subway! Because your sub goes aWAY!
Daddy: Do you want some “sawmill” gravy?
Jeffrey: No! I don’t even like home gravy!
Bennett was talking up a storm, but his favorite words seem to be “emonade” (lemonade), “fooball”, “POPpa and Muma” (his version of Papa and Grandma), and “no”, which he’s never said before this weekend, and I suspect he may have picked up from his cousins on Saturday. Guess it had to happen sometime… 😉
Jeffrey’s favorite birthday present last week was his marshmallow gun. One of his older brothers mentioned something about potato guns later that night. So Jeffrey asked me this morning if there were really potato guns. “According to your brother, there are.” I was in the middle of something so looking it up didn’t occur to me, but we can do that later if he wants.
A few minutes later, we had this conversation:
J: Wouldn’t it be great if in a war, the good guys had potato guns and the bad guys had marshmallow guns? Then no one would get hurt!
Mom: Who gets to decide who are the good guys and who are the bad guys? The reason they’re in a war is because they both think they’re right.
J, after thinking for a few seconds: Good point. So they can both have potato guns and they can both have marshmallow guns.
There you go. Somebody call the Department of Defense.
Thank you to all the veterans out there who have faced things much more dangerous than a marshmallow gun.