Granny: "Tommy, you don’t have to write phone messages down for your mother. You could instant message them to her."
Tommy, dead serious: "How will she get them if she’s not here?"
Category: From the mouths of babes
Funny things kids (and sometimes adults) say. Somethings these make you say “Hmmm.”
From the mouths of babes
Amy, sharply to Mom: "Don’t talk!"
Dad, thankful to be in another room, doesn’t say a word.
From the mouths of babes
We have a guest this morning. Evan and I have just woken and he is in his high chair eating Cheerios.
Elysia, stepping into kitchen, cheerfully: "Good morning Evan!"
Evan, looks coyly over his left shoulder, but winces: "Waaaahhhna"
Evan, quiets, looks back to see Elysia still here, repeats trying to turn around in his seat: "Waaaahhhna"
Elysia steps out.
Evan, smiles and returns to eating Cheerios.
Pretty impressive just how many websites are about Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios? I’ll stop. According to Google there are 135,000 for Cheerios.
From the mouths of babes
Amy, 3 years: "Dad, I think my tongue is still broken because I bite it last night."
From the mouths of babes
Last night Sarah (12 years), with sleep over friend, discovers Cathy’s egg photo (probably not worksafe) [tamer picture (worksafe)].
Sarah, embarassed: "That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen!"
From the mouths of babes
Dad trying to converse with Mom. Baby screaming enhanced by television and daily chaos.
Mom, exasperated: "I can’t hear shit!"
Amy, 3 years: "Mom. Why can’t you hear a ship?"
I was laughing tears out of my eyes about the time Amy said "hear."
From the mouths of babes
Dad walks up stairs.
Evan (8mths), in sheer, high pitched squeal: Daa!
That’s the best!
From the mouths of babes
Dad listening to classical music on NPR.
Amy: "I really like this Christmas music!"
From the mouths of babes
Dad: “Noah. You have been having a problem. When asked to do something you go to your room and watch television instead of doing what you were asked. Will this be a problem tonight?”
Noah: “No.”
Pause.
Noah: “Why do you ask?”
From the mouths of babes
Amy: “Mom! Would you open the gate for me. I don’t know how.”
Clacketty clacketty rattle squeak
Amy: “Oh! I do know how!”
From the mouths of babes
I cleaned the office a bit while my computer was “down” and scanning for viruses.
Amy: “Dad. Where’s this thing that belongs in here?”
Dad: “I cleaned. It’s gone.”
Amy: “But I don’t want it gone.”
Dad: “Doesn’t it look better?”
She then goes and sits on the stairs. Sings:
“And you don’t know what to do with dinner”
“I don’t know what to do so I’m just sitting singing”
“You do know what to do with cat poo” (maybe that was food)
“You don’t know what to do”
oops. Dad interupted. “I’m singing. Don’t talk to me while I’m singing.”
“You don’t know what to do with steps.”
“You do know what to do with cat food.”
Biting News
I neglected to report big news in the house. Evan’s two lower front teeth have made their appearance! So added to the bangs, crashes, cries, Wiggles, and other assorted morning noises we add, “slurp slurp OW!” and sometimes some less than muffled cursing that when the kids repeat at church or pre-school I’ll be blamed.
From the mouths of babes
Evan, 7.5 months, while shaking head: “No”
From the mouths of babes
Yesterday I was in the middle of trying to rush out of the house and had this amusing conversation with the nine year old.
Noah: “Dad, do you have some string or rope with a hole in it?”
Dad, trying to picture putting a hole through a rope or string and not weakening it: “No, why would you do that?”
Noah: “I want to make one of those walkie talkie things with the two cups.”
Dad: “Oh, you mean a telephone. Why does the string need a hole through it?”
Noah: “How else is the sound going to get through?”
I dropped everything and rapidly found some string and two plastic cups. With time running out, Noah and I made our telephones, then over our first call, we discussed the science and why the strings don’t need holes. Now that was fun!
From the mouths of babes
I hear the rattling of the gate at the top of the stairs which Amy has just traversed. Then I hear Amy walking around upstairs. Now, we keep the gate closed at all times since Lucy is so old and doesn’t need to be coming downstairs and Evan is so fast that at the blink of an eye he could be tumbling down the stairs. Perhaps I didn’t latch the gate completely.
Dad: “Amy, did you open the gate?”
Amy, coyly: “Yes”
Dad: “Show me.”
Amy, opens the gate: “I’m strong now!”
As one child learns mobility, the other learns to open doors. Scary!
