Holy cow, it’s been over a YEAR since I’ve posted a Convos with the Kiddos post! Can you believe that? I couldn’t, but c’est vrai! So, you would think I have an entire year’s worth of gems, right? Well, I have some, but I may have slacked off a bit on the collecting of data. I know, I know, bad blogger. No cookie.
But, without further ado, I present to you my now 5 and 8 year olds and their bon mots of brilliance:
5: Anakin was a baby at one time.
Me: Yes, I’m sure he was.
5: Everyone’s a baby before they become a human.
5: I wish I was a grasshopper.
5: Then I could jump over buildings and jump over the house.
Me: What kind of crazy grasshoppers do that?
5: All of them!
5: Do they have fireworks at a wedding?
5: Yeah, you know, fireworks that go off after they fall in love?
Talking about smoke stacks:
5: Those are the machines that make clouds!
Preparing to go to a wedding and my kids see me in a very rarely worn dress:
5: Wow mom, you look like a woman!
Me: Um, ok.
5: Or like a grandma!
Me: No, let’s go with that first one.
Me: How’s dinner?
5: Not good.
Me: Why not good?
5: My tongue doesn’t fit in the spices.
Me: Hey, there’s one more carrot on your plate saying, “look at meeeeee. Eat me!”
Me: Don’t laugh at me! That’s the carrot talking.
5: Yeah, but he has a severe case of the hookabellies!
Me: Wow, you’ve really worked up an appetite playing baseball!
8: Yeah, I’ve worked up an appetite and a drinkitite!
On a hayride:
5: A big fat rabbit would like this habitat!
5: Skeletons are almost like people except they don’t have blood and skin and all that.
On Halloween morning:
5: I wish I could fast forward my day!
Me: To what part?
5: To the part where I get treats!
8: If any monsters come in here, I’ll just toxicate them!
Me: What’s toxicate mean?
8: I don’t know, like making them toxic?
(I thought he said intoxicate at first. That would have been quite the defensive move!)
Bonus: Convo with the hubs . . .
Trick or treating with my son’s baseball team and their parents, riding around on the back of a truck, wearing a Halloween mask:
Hubs: I’m in a truck full of ladies with a rubber on my head. I believe in safe trick or treating.