I'm staring afresh with the "Deep Thoughts" column, so I thought I'd put 2010's thoughts in a post for safe-keeping.
December 2010
Colin: Dad, I wanted the orange bowl.
Mike: Sorry, but Jack asked for it first.
Colin: But I said it in my mind.
Mike: We're going ice skating at Penn's Landing.
Colin: Is that like a world that's made out of pens?
Amelia: Guess what Mom. You can eat weather because snow is weather and I eat it.
Me: Jack, why did you throw all that food all over the ground?
Jack: Those were footballs. I frow the footballs.
Colin: Do you know cow's have four tummies on top of their regular tummy?
Amelia: No, Colin. Cow's have only four tummies.
Me, referring to naptime: Jack, guess what time it is.
Jack: Fourteen o'clock!
Me: Jack, that's not your seat, it's Amelia's.
Jack: No, I had that seat when I was little!
Colin: Timmy told me at preschool that if you punch a bee it won't sting you.
November 2010
Amelia, to Me: You're not tall enough to be a Rockette. You're not thin enough, either.
Colin, to Jack: Don't come in here. This is my personal space.
Colin, upon hearing classical music: This is Chinese music.
Me: Actually, this is classical music.
Colin: Classical music sounds kind of Chinese-ey.
October 2010
Jack, with a crazy smile, after tasting hot chocolate for the first time: It taste like caaanndeee.
Me: Colin, go get ready to get in the shower.
Colin: Okay, I'll do it as fast as a groundhog can dig!
Amelia: I was just marching and the but buts were the drum. (FYI- But in this case rhymes with put and is the family word for fart. Mike claims it's Chinese.)
Me: Jack, how was nursery today?
Colin: You know Jack, I met some pretty cool guys in nursery.
September 2010
Jack: I want some felly lotion.
Me: You mean SSSSSmelly lotion?
Jack: Yeah. SSS-felly lotion
Me, after Jack started crying in the car when Colin was harassing him:
Colin, what did you do?
Colin: I did something to Jack, but I wasn't paying attention to what it was.
Jack, at church during the sacrament, before throwing water cups at me: No, I don't eat sacrament!
Jack, the next week after manhandling the bread: It's not sacrament, it's BREAD.
August 2010
Me: Let's change your diaper.
Jack: Don't you do that to me.
Amelia, after church, when I announced that we were having frozen food for dinner: Mom, I'm imagining a different kind of Sunday. I'm imagining a Sunday where we relax, spend time together, and eat the kind of dinner with mashed potatoes.
July 2010
Me, while getting dressed: Hmmm, I don't like this outfit. I look silly.
Colin: I don't think you look silly. What part of your outfit is silly?
Me: The skirt.
Colin: The skirt is my favorite piece of your outfit. I think it looks great. I think you look fantastic.
Colin, whispering, after saying his prayer at night and while listening to someone else's: Wasn't my prayer fantastic?
Me: Do you want to try this cereal?
Amelia: No. When it stays in my mouth for a while it makes my nose smell Meerkats.
Me: I'm kind of hot.
Amelia: Me too. I wish we weren't going to Arizona. I wish we were going to the arctic.
June 2010
Colin: I think dinosaurs can kill your life.
Colin: Can I have some milk? Please, I mean.
Mike: Sure. Good job saying please.
Colin: Great job, you mean.
Colin: I'm faster than anybody in this family. I even beat Dad up in some of these running races.
Jack, during a diaper change: I stinky. It hurt a nose.
May 2010
Jack: Papa, I have to get out. I have to go potty. (Funny, since he isn't potty trained. Just trying to escape from his stroller.)
Amelia: In other countries, like San Diego, they build houses out of grass.
Me: Good morning, Colin!
Colin: I HATE the color pink.
Colin, two nights in a row at prayer time: Please bless that our jammies will be cool.
Colin, the third night at prayer time: Please bless that our jammies will be... beauuuutiful.
March 2010
Me: Come on over here and snuggle up on the couch with me.
Amelia: There's more to life than snuggling, you know.
Colin, after a lot of Easter talk: Mom, we've got to get away from that resurrection
February 2010
Me: that looks like a bruise on your head. Did you hit your head?
Colin: No. Maybe a bird flew down and pecked it.
Me (in which a mundane conversation takes a spiritual turn): Let me cut you a piece of cheese.
Amelia: It's like string cheese, only you made it.
Colin: No, God made it. God is sooo nice.
Amelia: God loves you. Go in peace.
Jack, after putting his milk cup in the fridge on my orders: night, night milk.
Amelia, coming down to dinner: What is that appetizing smell?
January 2010
Me: What is Jack's middle name?
Amelia: It's Jack Rental Chin!
Me: What is Daddy's?
Amelia: It's Fincent.
Colin, the third night at prayer time: Please bless that our jammies will be... beauuuutiful.
March 2010
Me: Come on over here and snuggle up on the couch with me.
Amelia: There's more to life than snuggling, you know.
Colin, after a lot of Easter talk: Mom, we've got to get away from that resurrection
February 2010
Me: that looks like a bruise on your head. Did you hit your head?
Colin: No. Maybe a bird flew down and pecked it.
Me (in which a mundane conversation takes a spiritual turn): Let me cut you a piece of cheese.
Amelia: It's like string cheese, only you made it.
Colin: No, God made it. God is sooo nice.
Amelia: God loves you. Go in peace.
Jack, after putting his milk cup in the fridge on my orders: night, night milk.
Amelia, coming down to dinner: What is that appetizing smell?
January 2010
Me: What is Jack's middle name?
Amelia: It's Jack Rental Chin!
Me: What is Daddy's?
Amelia: It's Fincent.
Amelia, yelling through the house: Who wants to help me wash my whoopee cushion!?
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