After tonight's bath, Thing One squirted the water out of all the bath toys, put them in their proper bin and called me in to tell me he was ready for me to get his towel for him.
Me: You're such a good helper. Thank you for helping me. I don't know what I'd do without you.
Thing One: I don't know what I'd do without YOU. Because I can't drive, and I can't make food.
Monday, February 16, 2009
You are unwise
Thing Two likes to pretend he's Darth Vader when he calls out to Luke with increasing volume, "You are unwise to lower your defenses!" It comes out more like:
"Yah weh yah weh YAH WEH!"
"Yah weh yah weh YAH WEH!"
Labels:
Darth Vader,
Star Wars
Singing
Thing Two likes to sing, even though the words escape him. He sings the alphabet song with the good pitch:
"A B D B D B D. D B D B D B D ..."
The orchestral theme from The Phantom Menace (the one where Darth Maul fights with his lightsaber):
"Ha ba da. Ha ba da. Ha ba da. Ha ba da."
Most recently, Baa Baa Black Sheep. And of course the Imperial March and the Star Wars theme, sung in "dun"s.
"A B D B D B D. D B D B D B D ..."
The orchestral theme from The Phantom Menace (the one where Darth Maul fights with his lightsaber):
"Ha ba da. Ha ba da. Ha ba da. Ha ba da."
Most recently, Baa Baa Black Sheep. And of course the Imperial March and the Star Wars theme, sung in "dun"s.
Labels:
songs
Friday, January 30, 2009
Bad day at work
Me: I think Daddy's having a bad day at work today.
Thing One: Should I go help him?
Me: No. I don't think so.
Thing One: Why? Does he like to work by himself?
Thing One: Should I go help him?
Me: No. I don't think so.
Thing One: Why? Does he like to work by himself?
Labels:
work
Good boy
When he saw the cat batting around a plastic lemon, Thing Two gave the cat some more plastic food to play with.
Thing One: A watermelon! That's doing a good boy there!
Thing One: A watermelon! That's doing a good boy there!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Juice?
Thing One: Can I have some blueberry pomegranate juice?
Me: I thought you didn't like it.
Thing One: I do.
Me: I got it before, and you said you didn't like it.
Thing One: I think you got ponegranate juice before.
Me: I thought you didn't like it.
Thing One: I do.
Me: I got it before, and you said you didn't like it.
Thing One: I think you got ponegranate juice before.
Labels:
ponegranate juice
Whose idea?
Going over our "parts fun" for the day,
Thing One: My part fun was taking a nap!
Me (surprised): It was? Why?
Thing One: That's where I got the idea that I could beat everybody (done with supper).
Me: So, you were lying in bed and you thought you could beat everyone done with supper?
Thing One: No. The bed had the idea, and it came into my head during naptime.
Thing One: My part fun was taking a nap!
Me (surprised): It was? Why?
Thing One: That's where I got the idea that I could beat everybody (done with supper).
Me: So, you were lying in bed and you thought you could beat everyone done with supper?
Thing One: No. The bed had the idea, and it came into my head during naptime.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Shhhhhhhhhhhh
While feeding Thing Two before bedtime.
Me (in a whisper): Good night, baby. I love you. Loooooove you.
Thing Two (stopping eating and putting a finger in front of his mouth): Shhhhhhhhhh.
Me (in a whisper): Good night, baby. I love you. Loooooove you.
Thing Two (stopping eating and putting a finger in front of his mouth): Shhhhhhhhhh.
Labels:
I love you,
shhhhhhhh
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Breaking windows?
Thing One: Do Santa and firemen break windows?
Me: Why would they break windows?
Thing One: To get in.
Me: I think usually they don't.
Thing One: They do sometimes?
Me: Why would they break windows?
Thing One: To get in.
Me: I think usually they don't.
Thing One: They do sometimes?
Labels:
fire fighters,
Santa,
windows
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Bedside manner
While playing doctor, Thing Two lays on a box that is supposed to be the examining table.
Thing One: You have a baby in you, and I'm going to cut your belly open with a sharp, sharp knife.
Thing One: You have a baby in you, and I'm going to cut your belly open with a sharp, sharp knife.
Everywhere I go at school
Thing One: At school, everywhere I go there are butt noises. And it smells like poo.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
My Christmas present
The boys shopped with Dapper Dad to get a Christmas gift for me. After they bought it, Thing One dropped several hints over several days about what it would be. Can you guess from the hints?
1) "We got it at the store we went to after Best Buy and before Cuuuuuulvers.
2) "I don't know what that store was, but they had lots of Christmas decorations."
3) "The guys are squirting water at each other in the face."
4) "You will really love it."
5) "I'm not supposed to tell you what it is."
6) "You have to wait until Christmas to open it. Then you'll know what it is."
7) "It's an ornament."
8) "Don't tell Daddy I told you what it is."
9) "There are guys fighting on your present."
10) "You will REALLY LOVE it."
Can you guess? After opening it up, Dapper Dad said that the boys saw this gift and knew it was the one for me. There was no talking them out of it. They knew I'd love it. What is it?
1) "We got it at the store we went to after Best Buy and before Cuuuuuulvers.
2) "I don't know what that store was, but they had lots of Christmas decorations."
3) "The guys are squirting water at each other in the face."
4) "You will really love it."
5) "I'm not supposed to tell you what it is."
6) "You have to wait until Christmas to open it. Then you'll know what it is."
7) "It's an ornament."
8) "Don't tell Daddy I told you what it is."
9) "There are guys fighting on your present."
10) "You will REALLY LOVE it."
Can you guess? After opening it up, Dapper Dad said that the boys saw this gift and knew it was the one for me. There was no talking them out of it. They knew I'd love it. What is it?
Two questions
At lunch:
Thing One: Dad, I have two questions. Can I have some more sauce? And when are we going to go tot he fi-ence (science) museum again?
Thing One: Dad, I have two questions. Can I have some more sauce? And when are we going to go tot he fi-ence (science) museum again?
Friday, December 12, 2008
Warning: Star Wars spoiler alert!
While playing with his Star Wars guys,
Thing One: Can Anakin fight Darth Vader?
Me: Sure.
Thing One: But Anakin IS Darth Vader!
Me: Oh. Then, I guess, no.
Thing One: We'll they're fighting now!
Thing One: Can Anakin fight Darth Vader?
Me: Sure.
Thing One: But Anakin IS Darth Vader!
Me: Oh. Then, I guess, no.
Thing One: We'll they're fighting now!
Labels:
Star Wars
Bakery
Thing One and I were joking about kitty's laziness by making up things that he *does* around the house. I said that kitty got a job, works hard, makes money, pays for the house, buys all our clothes, buys all the groceries and cooks our meals.
Thing One: Yeah! And he goes to the bakery!
Me: Yes, he does.
Thing One: And buys the bacon!
Thing One: Yeah! And he goes to the bakery!
Me: Yes, he does.
Thing One: And buys the bacon!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Poo!
Thing Two brings a Mr. Potato Head to me while I'm sorting laundry.
Thing Two: Poo. (pronounced PEW)
I examine the boy and find no telltale stench coming from the diaper. He hands me the Mr. Potato Head and points to the door on the backside.
Thing Two: Poo.
I shake it and hear potato-head pieces rattling inside. I open the door for him.
Thing Two (excitedly): Poo!
Thing Two: Poo. (pronounced PEW)
I examine the boy and find no telltale stench coming from the diaper. He hands me the Mr. Potato Head and points to the door on the backside.
Thing Two: Poo.
I shake it and hear potato-head pieces rattling inside. I open the door for him.
Thing Two (excitedly): Poo!
Labels:
Mr. Potato Head,
poo
Robots
Thing One: I need to turn everyone who hasn't died into robots.
Me: Why?
Thing One: So they'll never die. Because robots don't die. Until the metal gets old.
Me: Why?
Thing One: So they'll never die. Because robots don't die. Until the metal gets old.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Dance instruction
Thing One (to Dapper Dad): You dance like a ballet person. I'm going to dance like a crazy General Grievous.
Labels:
dance,
Dapper Dad,
Star Wars
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