L1 as we turned on a florescent light fixture that flickered several times before becoming steady: Mommy? Why was the light dancing?
Runaway words
L1 was frustrated with the music book not staying open on the piano music holder and was trying to express his frustration, but didn’t really know all the right words to express that the music book kept closing and the music holder on the piano kept folding up on him and making it harder. Finally, he broke down in complete frustration and said,
Mommy! I’m trying to use words, but my words keep running away from me! I can’t find them. They just keep running away from me!
Too Bigger!
L2 (while strapped in his car seat and futilely trying to reach a toy on the floor of the van): My arms are too bigger! Ugh! My arms are too bigger!
Me: Your arms are too short?
L2: No! My arms are too bigger!
Still Me
L1: Mommy? God is making me into Daddy a little bit, but I’m still J.
Half empty or half full?
L1: it’s not almost full, Mommy, it’s almost empty!
Well, I guess we know which way he sees the world. :-p
Moving the Baby
Me: What have I told you about moving the baby?!?
L1: Don’t pick up the baby without asking mommy!
Me: Thank you!! You need to remember that!!!
L1: But I didn’t carry him this time. I slid him!
Talking to Noah
L2 was chatting away like crazy in his peapod at nap time. I caught a few words here and there including “ark” and “animals,” but poked my head in and reminded him to be quiet.
L2: But Mommy, I was talking to Noah!
Mean?
We were picking up hot dogs and chips at a local open house. I sat the boys down at a community table where an older couple was already sitting.
Me to L1: You need to eat at least half of your hot dog before you have chips.
L1: Mommy, are you going to be mean?
Me (confused): Am I going to be mean?
L1: Yes, are you going to be mean?
Me: No, I’m going to be firm.
L1: Okay
Me: Am I usually mean?
L1 with a big smile and a giggle: No…
He’s Clifford
Me: Here’s doggy.
L2: he’s not doggy. He’s Clifford.
Me: Clifford the big red dog?
L2: No, he’s Clifford the big black dog
Me: but he’s brown.
L2: Clifford the big brown dog
Wet brain?
L1 as we ran through the rain to the store: “Mommy! The rain is making my brain wet!”