When Life Gives You Lemons...: A Conversation with a 3-Year Old

Friday, December 17, 2010

A Conversation with a 3-Year Old

After eating lunch at Taco Bueno Margaret and I had this conversation in the car:

A: (sneezing and sniffling)
M: What's wrong mom?
A: I don't know. My nose started bothering me while we were at Taco Bueno and now I can't stop sneezing.
M: Yuck! You mean you have Taco Bueno in your nose!?!?

Ah, the thinking of a 3-year old. :)

Out of the Mouths of Babes...

06/2009:
Steven's coughing and looking for his cup but can't find it. He sees my glass of water sitting next to me and says:
"Hey, sometimes you let me drink your water, sometimes." Gee, do you want some of my water or what?

Steven: "Mom, I'm a new superhero called Naked Boy!"
Me: "Oh really. And what are your super powers, naked boy?"
Steven: "I throw naked-heads at people and they blow up!"

Steven: "I'm Iron Man today, Mommy. Watch out 'cause I shoot hot iron out of my fingers!"

We were getting ready to watch a family movie...
Steven: "I'll be in charge of candy, Mommy is in charge of popcorn, Margaret is in charge of the movie..."
Daddy: "What am I in charge of?"
Steven: "You be in charge of sitting."

Steven: "You can do it! You can do it, mom!"
Me: "I can do what?"
Steven: "You can drive as fast as Lightning McQueen!"
So I might have been driving a little fast... but not THAT fast!

I was outside mulching the garden beds when Steven came out to join me...
Steven: "Mom, can I come smell the dirt?"
Me: "Uh, sure you can."
Steven: (sniff, sniff) "This dirt smells like pizza!"

I just put Steven's bowl of spaghetti and meatballs in front of him...
Steven: "Ummm.... Mommy?"
Me: "Yes, sweetie?"
Steven: "My meatballs look like poo-poo."
Nice...

Margaret just threw all of her food onto the floor... again. Steven: "Mommy, when you were little you were supposed to throw your food on the floor, too."

One night John told Steven the story of his birth. The next morning...
Steven: "Mommy, I used to be in your tummy like this (lays on the floor and curls into a ball) and then I would kick you like this (gets up and does a lively jig.)"

Me: "This is the letter A and it says "a", as in apple."
Steven: "Can you please stop talking, mom."

Me: "Steven, I want you to clean up your toys before lunch." Steven: "What did your voice just say, Mommy?"

Me: "I love you, Steven."
Steven: "I love your clean car, Mommy."