We were watching some movie with a red robot being chased by some other robot, and he says this:
If that guy was being chased by bees, they wouldn’t be able to see him. Bees can’t see red. That’s a fact!
Who am I to argue with facts?
He went on a field trip to the Science Center, and apparently they watched some video about beavers. Being very pleased with himself, he told me that he said this to one of the mom chaperones at the time:
Is the beaver going to have the body of a beaver, and the head of Justin Beaver?
Sitting at dinner, he starts singing this little ditty:
I’m almost done with my wine and whiskey . . .
To which I was like, “what the what?” I’m really hoping those are song lyrics he heard somewhere that he was just repeating, and not that he is trying to tell me he needs a refill.
He was being really sweet one night, and kept hugging me and telling me he loved me (to which, of course, my first thought was, “what did you do?”), and at one point he is hugging me and says:
I love you mommy. Can you unmarry daddy and then marry me?
I was like, “Um, no. That is so not how this marriage thing works.” I mean, unless we are trying to replicate a Greek tragedy, but I’ll pass on that, my little Oedipus in training!
And apparently he is into this play on words thing lately, because we were talking about a book fair that is happening at his school, and I asked him if he gets to go, and he says:
NO. Only the 2nd graders get to go. And that’s NOT book FAIR!
He just thinks he’s so freaking clever, that one. Stinker.