bug: I'm a lucky boy.
me: Ooo, mr, I like that house!
mr: mmm-hmmmm... (pretty much ignoring me...)
me: or that one! I'll take that house!
bug: You already HAVE a house.
Always the voice of reason, that one. He is his father's son.
bug: (offhand) oh, because of grabity.
Thanks to mr, our kids will definitely be science nerds.
bug: Who is that man?
mr: That's President Kindt.
bug: He's praying.
mr: Yes. Shhh.
bug: he's a good boy! Good boy for praying, man!
me: who said you could have a cookie?
bug: I did!
me: Actually, it's navy blue.
bug: Yep, and maybe black, too.
bug: I want to go see the birds.
mr: What birds?
bug: The ones inside the hall.
mr: Um, I don't think there are birds inside.
bug: (Glum) Oh. They passed away.
me: bug, do you have something to say to Daddy?
bug: Happy birthday Daddy! (hands him some bark from a tree) Here's some wood, I got it for you!
ezra: Those ARE horses. Good job mommy! You're so smart.
me: Um. Thanks.
Smart for a two year old and smart for a mommy aren't necessarily the same.
me: In the what??
bug: In the MICROPHONE!
me: Why in the world would I do that?
bug: To make it hot!
me: Do you mean microWAVE?
bug: (Putting his hand on my shoulder and looking at me seriously) Mommy, mini can't talk yet.
me: That's true.
bug: (nodding) Don't worry. She will soon.
me: man cannot live on yogurt alone!
bug: Well, I'm NOT a man.
me: I don't know. What are YOU for?
bug: To play! To have fun!
Now we know his philosophy on life.
me: It's a special picture of a baby in a mama's belly.
bug: Did the mama eat that baby??
bug: I need my nose wiped!
mr: I don't have a wipe. Can you wait until we get home?
bug: I'll just use my tongue.
|What?? What??? Isn't that what a tongue is for???|