I put Evan down for a nap. We have a crib that has a zippered netting over it.
Evan, happily hollering for me: "Daaa, zip zip ziiip. Daaa, let me out!"
The vocabulary and sentence structure grows!
Category: From the mouths of babes
Funny things kids (and sometimes adults) say. Somethings these make you say “Hmmm.”
From the mouths of babes
Noah: "Health ended today."
Dad: "Oh? Did you have sex education?"
Noah: "Sorta."
Dad: "Did they talk to you about boy parts and girl parts?"
Noah: "They talked about boy parts. I missed the day they talked about girl parts."
Dad: "Sex education was only two days?!"
From the mouths of babes
My brother calls: "So what’s up with you guys?"
Me: "What?! You don’t read our blogs?"
From the mouths of babes
"Drive faster Daddy. I can’t hold my potty stuff in."
From the mouths of babes
Dad: "Evan are you okay?"
Evan: "Hai"
From the mouths of babes
Evan, from his crib: "I’m not going to sleep and you cannot make me. I have been studying constitutional law on the History Channel and PBS along with escape tactics used by Wonder Pets on Noggin and tactical planning on Family Guy. You cannot legally nor forcefully hold me in this cell any longer. I am two years old for God’s sake! I don’t need to NAP! Release me now or I shall POO!"
From the mouths of babes
Dad: "Evan time to take a nap!"
Evan, the littlest con artist: *cries out* then squints really hard trying to force tears
From the mouths of babes
Evan reminds me of Max (btw, that link autoplays a Max and Ruby snippet and Evan bee lined it to my lap so we had to watch all of them as he identified characters and objects in the movie. What fun!)
Dad: "What do you want for breakfast?"
Evan bolts over to the food shelf and points at Cinnamon Toast Crunch: "ONE!"
From the mouths of babes
Dad: "What do you want for dinner?"
Noah: "Steak"
Tommy: "Meat"
Mom: "Whatever you want dear"
Sarah: "Mac and cheese"
Amy: "Not steak"
Evan: "Da da!"
We had pizza.
From the mouths of babes
Noah asks: "Can our a/c stay broken forever?"
Of Being Dad
Break my heart! Evan needs his afternoon naps! But when I put him into the crib and he protests it makes me cringe. Right now he is sweetly (with increase aggravation) crying out, "Daaaaa Daaaaa DAAAAA!" He wants me, the bad guy that caged him in the first place, to rescue him. You know, if it wasn’t 90°F in this house, he might just go to sleep.
From the mouths of babes
Tommy, exasperated, after playing all day in our heat: "My PS/2 is overheating!" Then stares at me like he wants me to do something…
From the mouths of babes
Granddaddy: "Tommy, I’m taking Sarah, Noah, Amy and Evan to McDonald’s. Want to go?"
Tommy: "No. I’ll stay here."
They leave.
Dad: "Tommy, please find Molly."
Tommy: "Ok. Is Evan awake?"
From the mouths of babes
We found a calculator in Staples with the numbers in a circle like on an old rotary telephone.
Dad: "Old phones used to have this dial, like a wheel, and you would stick your finger in the hole with the number you wanted then dial it around. That’s why we call it dialing a telephone number.
Noah: "So like was there an arrow or something so that once the number appeared on the screen you could make the call?"
From the mouths of babes
Cathy: "It’s too loud."
Tommy shouts back: "What do you mean it’s too loud?"
