We were driving somewhere, and he asks me:
6: Mom, why do cars have numbers that go up to like 200? Does anyone ever drive that fast?
Me: I don’t know why they do that. Nobody drives that fast, normally.
6: Oh, I know a possible reason . . . like when a lady gets pregnant and her belly gets really big and the daddy has to drive her to the hospital, maybe he would drive that fast to get her there.
Me: Maybe, but I don’t think they would drive quite that fast.
6: How fast did daddy drive you to the hospital when you were having me?
Me: I’m not sure. I was kinda busy getting ready to have a baby.
Later that night, he lost a tooth. It was getting pretty late at night and he was still not in bed and I was teasing him by saying, “I hope the tooth fairy doesn’t come right now and see your light still on and pass by and go to another kid’s house who has already gone to sleep!” So then he starts praying, out loud:
6: Santa Claus (whispering to me: I know he can hear me) Please make it so that the tooth fairy waits to come while I’m sleeping. Please, Santa. Please. Please. Please!!
I love that when my kid prays, he prays to Santa. There is hope for my kids yet. 🙂
We were, once again, watching X Factor (yes, that is in fact the only thing I do with my son. What? It’s bonding time), and his favorite singer is about to come on . . . Astro. In case you don’t watch the show (I so do not blame you), he is this 14 year old rapper, who is pretty much a punk kid. My son loves him, though. Anyway, he is about to start singing, and my son says this:
“Oh, it is ON!”
Then, as he starts singing, my son says, “if he was on Dancing with the Stars, he would definitely get 3 10s from the judges.” See? I don’t just watch X Factor with him. We also watch Dancing with the Stars. So :p
The episode we were watching just happened to be one I had previously taped that week, and we were watching it on a Sunday afternoon, and after a while, it seemed that my son had a revelation, so he turns to me and asks:
“Shouldn’t we be watching football right now?”
Ah, he is a boy after all. And the answer was quite obviously NO since the Ravens didn’t play until 4:00. Pfft. Silly boy.