This Side of Sunny

11th Commandment

Wednesday evening, on our way to church I was mentioning to Coleman that we wouldn't have time to do both church and homework, so we would put off homework to the next night. He's been earning Ninjago TV shows by completing homework without complaining, ahem.

Coleman: Yeah, 'cause God is more important than homework.

Carter: Yeah, but God wants you to do your homework too.

There you go- it must be the 11th Commandment that broke off the stone tablet:

Thou shall do your homework! (and without complaint, whining or grimacing I might add)

 

More dinner conversation

Conversation around the dinner table tonight...

{Eating KFC chicken strips}

Carter: Hmmm... I love strippers!

Coleman: I love naked chicken!

Carter: I love naked strippers!

Jake's mom: Well, I'll have a lot to talk about at work tomorrow...

Me: Silently laughing... and praying that Carter would not repeat his love of "naked strippers" at school.

 

learning words

Amelia: learned "why", "me" and "poo"

Coleman: just trying to use his words instead of hands or screaming

Carter: said "you X@#!!ing animal" to another student

He meant to say "you filthy animal" (circa Home Alone) but apparently it all came out wrong. Calling someone filthy animal is not right but I'd rather have that then teaching the other kids all about f-bombs.

He's still learning the "just because you hear it/read it/see it" rule doesn't mean you repeat it... or mangle it and make it even worse!

 

This week

All before 8:00 am...

Carter: How do I get to heaven?
Me: Why do you ask?
Carter: Because I want to go see Nana Spike.
Me: Well when you grow big, have a family of your own and get old then you can go to heaven.
Coleman: How do you make a family?
Me: When two people love each other they make a family.
Coleman: I want a boy.
Carter: I want a girl.
Got out of that one easy, whew.

Later that night Jake and I go out to eat sans kids...
Dinner: $34
Bottle of wine: $28
Priorities right?

Now ready for fall break. Ahhh...

Things kids say

Me: Coleman, we don't have the money for ____________. (I bet you can fill it in)

Coleman: Well, that's why you need to be a Master Chef!

Apparently the kid has been watching too much reality TV. I'm sure he's wondering why we can't just jump right in that TV and win that money!

A few days later...

Me: Do you want McDonald's or Chik-fil-A? (hoping for the latter)

Carter: I like McDonald's because you get a toy.

Me: Why not Chik-fil-A?

Carter: You don't get toys only books. Toys are mucher.

Carter has the 411 on the fast food places, there's no pulling the wool over his eyes!

For the love of broccoli

Yesterday we were in the grocery store heading towards the produce section.

Carter is running, hands stretched up toward the broccoli.

Carter: Broccoli!  I love broccoli!  Broccoli makes you fart!  Tee hee hee.

Giggles from elderly couple nearby.

Me: Yes, broccoli makes you fart.  *sigh*

Carter: Can we get some broccoli?

Me: Yes.

Carter: Oh, thank you mom.

The elderly look on, laughing at Carter.  They couldn't quite catch the reason why he loved broccoli so much.  So, to top it all off, I had to tell them "because it makes him fart." Lovely. 

Who are these parents that tell their kids that food makes you have certain bodily noises?  I think I'll plead the fifth but yeah, my kid LOVES broccoli!

 

Third Culture Kid

As he found the soy sauce bottle at Grandma's he says "Where's my rice?".  Spoken like a little Filipino.   

Ironic that I choose this shot of him with his USA shirt on... he sure does love his airplanes (wonder why?), rice and the 'States.

 

Which way?

Today as we were driving to the hospital see our adorable new family member, Justis Ann, Coleman asked me a question.

Coleman: So how does she come out?

Me: Well, uh... (I was going to tell him the truth- that some babies come from mommy's tummies, like my kids did or others come from...)

Coleman: I mean, did she come out head first or butt first?

Me: (BIG sigh of relief) She came out head first like most babies do.  You came out butt first though.

Coleman: *laughs at the word butt*

Note to self: Always make sure what the exact question is before answering.  Whew, I got lucky on that one.  I don't want to start explaining that vocabulary until I absolutely have to!

 

New classification

Me: Coleman, please don't feed your sister grass, she can't eat that.

Coleman: Why?  She's not an herbivore?

Me: No, she drinks milk.

Coleman: So she's a milkivore?

Me: Yeah, she's a milkivore.  *grins*

Can you tell we watch a lot of Dinosaur Train and Magic School Bus?

Here's the little milkivore now... busy playing with the doorstop.  Who needs toys when you have those?