Dinner Games
Noah has a game he’s started at dinner, to see who can go the longest without spilling anything off his or her plate. Competition is fierce.
Noah: “Maddie, remember, you can’t let any food get off your plate.”
Maddie: “Daddy, how am I going to eat if I can’t get the food off my plate?”
(Touché, Mads, touché.)
Noah, to me: “And I thought one of them might be like me.”
(Nope.)
Controlling the Deer Population
I was whistling and calling for Joseph, he finally comes running up from the side of the house. “There you are! Where have you been?”
“Mom, you’ll never guess, but I sterilized a deer!”
“What? How? What? What do you mean?!”
“Yeah, I did, now it can’t have babies!”
“How exactly did you sterilize a deer?”
“Like this.” He stands still and STARES straight ahead. “I just did that and the deer did this…” He goes down on all fours and stomps his hands. “That’s it! Stare-ilized.”
Grandma’s Eyes
I got this note, and a recap too, from Maddie’s teacher Ms Vicki (yes, that’s her perfect handwriting)…
Maddie shared with her friends at lunch today, “My grandma as two black eyes.” Ms Vicki asked what color her eyes were before and Maddie says, “Grandma had to go to the doctor because her face was too fat. The doctor gave her two black eyes. Then she came home and put frozen peas on her eyes. Grandma said she wasn’t going to eat the peas. Grandma was also wearing sunglasses. And it wasn’t even sunny!”
I explained (to a probably relieved Ms Vicki) that my mom had eye surgery to correct heavy lids that were impairing her vision, which mom had described to Maddie as having fat removed from her eyelids.
A Holy Book
Me, opening a library book: Ewe, this books smells.
Maddie: Let me smell. (Sniffs.) It smells like God.
Me: What?! What does that mean?
Maddie: God. (She points to the ceiling.) Well, God’s breath. It smells like God’s breath.
Me: Does that mean it smells good or bad?
Maddie: Bad.
Me: Why do you think it smells like that?
Maddie: Because God was on it and his feet was on it.
Me: How do you know what God smells like?
Maddie, laughs: I don’t know but his feet smell.
Girlfriends
J: I’m never going to have a girlfriend.
Me: Why not?
J: Cause they kiss you. And I’m never going to be a lifeguard.
Me: No lifeguarding, eh?
J: Yeah. They have lots of girlfriends. I don’t want them to kiss me. When I get older and do awesome stuff, girls are going to want to kiss me.
Me: What kind of awesome stuff are you planning to do?
J: Nothing. No awesome stuff–then they won’t want to kiss me! I’m just going to do boring stuff.
Me: Good plan. In fact, if you keep doing all the stuff you love now, like burp and toot, talk about poop…just keep acting 6, basically…it’ll be perfect–you’ll never have a girlfriend!
J: (grins)
Me: What is boring stuff, anyway?
J: Oh, you know, reading, doing dishes. I’ll just do that stuff all the time, that’ll get rid of some of the girlfriends, cause I won’t be spending time with them. Also I can burp and fart a lot!
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