J: Dr. Strange is a saucer supreme.
J: A saucer supreme.
Me: WHAT is a saucer supreme?
J: You know. A magic guy.
Me: A sorcerer?
B, when Scooby Doo came on: I hope it’s the one with the Free Stoogents.
B was playing Wii Golf.
“I got a pair and a boogey!”
Perhaps a little more work on the reading…
At least he’s a good golfer.
J, typing in Word: Oh! No wonder it has a green line. I have a subject, but not a predator.
B: I wish I could just explode and water would just flow out of me.
Me: Uh, why?
B: So bugs couldn’t get me.
Me: Wow. That seems kind of drastic.
J: There’s this new thing called bug spray.
The boys’ dad made hamburgers one night. He made one small one for Blake, and cut it in half. He made two larger ones for Jack. Their plates were on the table, with the burgers already on them. They always sit in the same seats, so not only were the portions much different, but the plates were already in “their” spots.
Jack: Which one is mine?
Me: What do you think?
Jack left to go to the bathroom, and B walked into the kitchen.
B: Which one is mine?
Me: Why do they keep asking that?
Dad: That one over there. (pointing at Jeffrey’s plate)
B, getting teary: Daddy! Why didn’t you cut MY hamburger?
Dad: I’m sorry. This one is yours. I did cut it.
B, smiling: Daddy, did you trick me?
I don’t go along with “tricking” them often, but really, what do you do when they walk right into it like that?
We joked at Thanksgiving that B had a turkey compartment and a dessert compartment. Now, each item on his plate has its own “department” or “apartment” (not sure if that’s dependent on his memory or on how much he likes something) and his tea “apartment” is always empty.
B, playing know the tablet: How do you spell ‘flute’?
B: Now how do you spell ‘ninja’?
Me: Wait. Did you want to know how to spell ‘fruit’ like an apple?
B does not like “minnow cheese”. If that doesn’t mean pimento cheese, I don’t think I want to know.