I am walking cautiously with Sweet Boy#3 across the ice. We have a discussion about falling and concussions in which I explain what they are. Once we safely reach the porch my little guy says to me: “Good that we didn’t slip, good that we didn’t get a brain jiggle.”
Sweet Boy#3–Grammy asked him about his sweater. “It’s my sweater, Grandma Judy yarned it for me.”
Sweet Boy#2–Offers his toothbrush to his cousin, who is complaining of bad breath. His cousin refuses as he is “enjoying” his bad breath.
Cousin Danger–“I’m the bad breath basalisk.”
All Boys–Spend the ride home from church looking at car adds in the newspaper. “I only have $10, how can I buy a car?” They ask me about employment and the likelyhood that they can gain a high paying job at 8, 6, and 4 years of age.
Sweet Boy#3–“When I grow up I’m going to yarn a clear shirt so people can see me wearing it.”
Sweet Boy#2–Asked me if we could leave early for church–“I want to be early, we’ve never been early. We don’t know what happens. There might be a cake.”
Sweet Boy#3–“It roasted a chicken for us, my PowerStone, and we ate and ate and ate.”
Sweet Boy#3–Asks me to come with him into the bathroom–“Let me know if there’s spiders webbing down on my head.”