Figuring out this world (or not):
JUDE:
I turned off the fan in Haven’s room so the battery couldn’t die. (except that it’s powered by electricity!)
The airplane lost its air so it fell down (doesn’t work like a helium balloon, sweetie!)
Mom, is oatmeal like ice cream? Does it melt? Cause my oatmeal is really runny. (no, pretty sure oatmeal is always a solid)
In frustration: Mom, my underwear goes up my bottom every day! (perhaps if you didn’t wear them backwards, dear)
When I’m a baby again…
Me: It doesn’t work that way, Jude. We grow older, not younger. You’ll never be a baby again.
Jude: That’s not what is says on our Bible stories. I heard a man talk about being a baby and being born again. (think he understood Jesus’ point about as well as Nicodemus did!)
I don’t like the cold because I don’t like to have to wear socks. When can we wear crocs again?
After receiving some instructions for later: Oh mommy, you’ll forget what you told me and I’m not going to remind you.
Commenting on my driving: Mom, you startled my tummy!
Asher:
Don’t worry, Jude. There are no poisonous spiders in the basement. They are all far away in India–in the jungles.
Talking to me as I leave to take a sick Haven to the doctor: Remember, Haven is allergic to penicillin.
Me: Yes, I remember
A: Will she always be allergic?!
Me: Yes.
A: But not in heaven, right?
I was just going to come out to the breakfast table, but God told me to go to the bathroom first. So I did.
I’m not going to tell you what I did during my nap because I already talked to God about it. (hmmm–to pursue or not to pursue)
To his brother after receiving his dinner plate: Wow, Jude. We got a lot of healthy things on our plates.
Asher’s poeticisms:
Using his knife correctly to cut pizza: It’s like I’m playing the violin.
These socks are the color of sweet coffee.
Jude always has a laugh in his voice.
Looking at lit trees downtown Detroit: Those trees look like ballerinas!
Say What?!
Jude:
See me, Mom? See my hair? Do I look like Han Solo a little bit?
I wiped off the licking we were doing on the floor.
Asher:
After being in loads of trouble: I’m still not as bad as Tom (Sawyer).
Me to Asher: For show and tell tomorrow you need to take something that starts with the “g” sound.
Asher: G, Guh, guh, guh, GAAAAAAG (onomatopoeia) Maybe I can gag for show and tell.
Deeply offended: Daddy! Jude called me an old smuggler!
To Daddy: Don’t you wish you were married to Princess Leia?
Daddy: No way. Mommy is much prettier than Princess Leia. (good man!)
Asher: No, she’s not. (someones going to bed early…=)
Sibling convos:
a desperate Jude to Asher: Stop talking!!!!
Asher speaking Robotese: I. can’t. stop. talking. I. don’t. know. where. the. switch. is. to. turn. me. off. (well said. well said!)
Jude to Asher: I love you, Asher. Right now you are being so nice but sometimes you are kind of mean.
Asher: Yeah, usually you are kind of mean.
Jude: But I’m being nice right now, right?!!!
Asher: Yeah, you are nice right now.
Jude: Yeah, usually I’m mean. (whew, crisis averted!)
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