My son has always been a thinker, thinking things through one step ahead and drawing some unpredictable conclusions. The following conversation took place last week between my son and his Daddy.
Son: Dad, I really want to go fishing. Dad: Oh, that does sound like fun. The bummer though is that it’s not fishing season so we can’t go fishing. Son: Why is it not fishing season? Dad: Well, if we fished all the time we would run out of fish to fish.
God Bless Sunday School teachers…especially the teachers of those dear two and three year olds. How they keep those squiggling, squirming little bodies still on those carpet squares to hear the whole lesson is beyond me.
Perhaps, it’s occasionally beyond them too. Seems they don’t always get quite the whole lesson.
At lunch today I was asking my three year old what she learned about in Sunday School. I was so excited to get an answer beyond the typical, “God” or “Jesus”.
A few weeks ago my son came up to me and asked if Prince Charming was always the prince. I told him yes. His eyes got really big and he said, “Wow, that is a lot of princesses to take care of.” Apparently, he wasn’t done pondering the subject, because later while holding up his sister’s sippy cup, he remarked, “That’s too many princesses for one guy… you’re only supposed to have one.
These days pass quickly as I’ve been warned and I stink at keeping a journal, so lately I’ve been quickly opening up my e-mail and trying to jot down the things the kids do and say that I want to remember and then saving it in my drafts folder. Here are some recent memories recorded so I don’t forget…
son: AWWWWWWWWWWWAAAHHHHHHHH Scott: What is wrong? son: My guitar.  I was playing the guitar and she pulled my pretend guitar plug.
I saw this little questionnaire on face book this week and the responses from my friend’s daughters had me laughing out loud. So, I asked my son this list of 25 questions about his mom and here is what he said…
What is something mom always says to you? Son: no response (nice to know I leave such an impression)
What makes mom happy? Son: obeying mom and loving mom
Today a dental hygienist visited my son’s class at preschool. In the car he told me we needed to get him some dental cloth. “Floss?” I asked. “Yes,” he told me, “We gotta get rid of Mr. Black.”
pause
My son then commented, “I have no idea who Mr. Black is but we gotta get rid of him.”
I suggested maybe he was a cavity.
“Yea or dead food.” he replied.
Have you ever been singing along to a song in front of your friends when you learn that the lyrics you thought you knew weren’t quite right?
I can remember in high school singing along to Amy Grant’s “Baby Baby” and when she says, “Baby Baby, I’m taken with the notion to love you with the sweetest of devotion” I instead belted out “love you with the sweetest talk of ocean.
Scott asked the kids their thoughts on the new stimulus bill that’s been passed. Let’s just say they are a little less than enthused. We had no idea this conversation would end in tears.
Have no fear. Scott consoled him right after we fade to black. He really does “get it” but there is no reason to let him continue to worry about something he can’t yet control.
Last week the girls and I were at the auto mechanic waiting to get the oil changed in our minivan. We were sitting nicely in the the waiting room reading books and enjoying some goldfish when suddenly I look over at the older one and shockingly find her standing in the waiting room (filled with people) with her pants and underwear down to her ankles. I quickly pull them up and ask her why she did this and she explains that her “butt hurts.
Eggnog has always been a special drink at our house. Since our son was just a toddler, he’s enjoyed sipping this treat with his Daddy.
Last winter as Scott and my son were enjoying this holiday treat, Scott told him that eggnog is a talking drink. “You sip it slowly like a dessert and talk about important things,” he instructed him.
From this was born eggnog talks.
The next night my three and half year hold son asked for some eggnog, then looked up at his Daddy and said, “Dad, let’s talk…how was your day?