That’s It?
Me: How about this–you each go get a book and I’ll read to you by the fire.
Joseph: Okay.
Maddie: Is that our only option?
A Part of Some System
J: Hey mom, I’m part of an immune system.
Me: An immune system?
J: Yeah, if you buy something, you are part of it. Like I bought that truck.
Me: You mean you are part of the economy?
J: Oh yeah. The economy.
Me: Where’d you learn that?
J: A movie.
Me: What was the movie about?
J: What I’m a part of.
Me: What else are you a part of?
J: Nothing. Well, the family.
Me: How about the economy?
J: Just the family and the economy.
Me: So how does it feel to be part of two things?
J: At first I didn’t even know I was a part of something.
Name Calling
M: Moommmmm! Joseph called me a baby!!
J: Well, she called me a woman! Baby!
M: Woman!
Baby Shower and Names
Me: So Maddie, your class is going to have a baby shower for Miss Heather tomorrow. Do you know what a baby shower is?
M: It’s where you wash the babies. You wash their heads, like this. (She demonstrates.)
Me: No… Joseph, do you know?
J: It’s where the person having the baby opens presents. Then you talk.
Me: Do you guys know what Miss Heather is going to name her baby? It is going to be a girl.
M: No.
J: Maurice?
Me: Maurice, really? That’s your guess?
J: Yeah. Maurice!
Me: No. Savannah. Savannah Jean.
J: You mean, like a caravan of bulls?
Me: What is a caravan of bulls?
J: Well, what’s a caravan?
Me: A line.
J: Ok, yeah, then a line of bulls. Why does her name mean a line of bulls?
Me: It doesn’t. It’s just a cute name.
J: But I thought you said a caravan was a line?
(A few minutes later)
Me: So do you remember what I said the baby’s name will be?
M: No.
J: Victoria!
Me: Really?
M: Jeans?
J: Jane. Jane Smith!
Maddie Muscles
From Maddie’s teacher: “Maddie is a good wrestler and can really hold her own!” Hmmm…
Wooden Locks
Joseph was brushing my hair (love that!) and he says: Mom, your hair is sooo beautiful. It’s like a wood floor.
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.)
Maddie Reads
Maddie comes running in, very excited. “Guys! Want me to read you my book?”
“Yes!” Joseph and I say.
“Ok,” Maddie says, “But I’m going to need a little help because, well, I can’t read.”
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