October 25, 2006
I Love My Kid
So, in reference to the last post, I was trying to explain Marilyn Manson to Connor. I asked him if he knows what a Goth is.
"Sure ... they were, um, a Germanic tribe, I think? That attacked Rome?"
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July 30, 2006
"Mama, it's good to have you."
Aren't little boys the best?
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July 28, 2006
Wisdom from the Young
My 10 year old just said to me: "It seems like people want to find more and more things to be offended about ... and yet they all want peace, and don't want anyone to fight."
Smart kid I've got there.
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June 4, 2006
A Wise Child Knows His Mother
My five-year-old just came into my office and laid a bag of Ghirardelli milk chocolate chips on my desk.
"Just in case," he said, and ran off to play.
Good boy.
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February 15, 2006
They Don't Know the Power of the Mom ...
Connor: Yoda is very powerful.
Lachlan (in awed voice): More powerful than Mom?
Heh heh heh.
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December 23, 2005
Two Words: Rum Icing
Mmmmmmmm. You make icing, but instead of using vanilla flavoring, you add rum. What a brilliant idea.
I thought I'd use that to ice the Mommy and Daddy cookies. The boys came upon the icing, though, and being boys, and being icing, they ate it.
They loved it. But my kids are funny about alcohol. They don't want to touch it with a 10-foot pole. Our kids. How did that happen?
"Mom, that vanilla frosting is great!" Aidan said to me this morning.
"It's not vanilla."
"It's not?"
"No."
"Then what is it?"
"Rum."
"Rum?"
"Yes, rum."
"Oh," he said, and looked thoughtful. "Mom, could we call it something else? I'm really uncomfortable with that name."
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December 21, 2005
Table Blessing
You have to understand that Lachlan, who is three years old, calls sneezes "bless you." If he sneezes, he runs into us and says, in his sad little-boy-wants-attention voice, "I have bless yous."
Tonight, at our family Yule dinner, we thought we'd ask one of the boys to say the table blessing. Connor declined. Aidan declined. Griffin said "Tinco!" (His I'm-being-silly word.)
So without thinking, we asked Lachlan if he'd like to bless the food.
He said yes.
He sat quietly for a second, closed his eyes, and sneezed on the food.
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December 14, 2005
Griffin's Cosmology
Griffin: Where was God when the dinosaurs were on our earth?
Me: Where do you think God was?
Griffin: In the sun.
Me: Why is God in the sun?
Griffin: Because if God was on the earth, and he heard a meat-eater, he would go to the sun to be away from it. And all the people would go on the sun too. When the dinosaurs die, God can bring the people to the earth, because they don't want to be eaten.
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October 29, 2005
Sheriff Woody, Nudist
Here is the conversation I had with my 3 year old as I tried to dress him for a Halloween carnival this evening. Please note that at the beginning of the conversation, he is in his natural state.
Me: Let's get your costume on, so we can go!
Lachlan: Okay! Here's my vest! (He puts on the Woody vest.)
Me: Um ... I know! Let's put a shirt on first.
Lachlan: Woody doesn't wear shirts.
Me: Oh, yes he does. He wears a Sheriff Woody shirt, see? Good. Now we need underwear ...
Lachlan: Woody doesn't wear underwear.
Me: Oh yes, he does. Trust me. Now we need pants ...
Lachlan: Woody doesn't wear pants.
Apparently Sheriff Woody wears nothing but a vest, a badge, a gun and a hat. I think that's a whole different kind of carnival ... Exactly what version of Toy Story have my kids been watching?
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May 28, 2005
Conversations with a Four Year Old
Griffin: I didn't see the red thing.
Me: What red thing?
Griffin: The red thing i didn't see.
(Ah, of course.)
Tonight he was asking questions about molecules (science post forthcoming). I told him that he is made of molecules. He asked me: "Did the molecules decide to make me themselves?"
All I could do, at first, was laugh. What a question! What a profound, fantastic, wonderful question!
Unfortunately, the rest of the kids chose that moment to pounce upon us and play. (And that's unfortunate only in that I didn't get to finish the conversation with Griffin.)
I will never tire of hearing how they think the world works.
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