This has been a day of great quotes. Dane has really been on one.
This morning I let both boys know that their cousin is in the hospital due to a kidney infection. Dane got a very concerned look on his face, then, it brightened as he asked, "Will they have to replace it with a weasel kidney? I've heard people can be healed by weasel kidneys."
Cyndie and I ended up at the Urgent Care. (Long story; she's fine, though. Thanks for asking.) When I got home, Dane says, "Looks like we won't make it to church today." I responded that he was correct. With a fist in the air, he goes, "Yesss!" I gave him a shocked look and said (sternly), "Dane!?!" To which he instently replied, "I mean 'What a shame!'"
One of my baseball caps is in the sink soaking (camped with the 12 year old scouts this weekend and it smells like smoke, so Cyndie was soaking it in some soap... Tate was cleaning his place at the table after dinner (tacos, yummm!) and decided to put his plate in the side of the sink with the hat, rather than in the side with a few other dishes. I asked him why he did that when my hat was in there trying to get clean from the smoke smell. He told me "Now it will smell like meat and guacamole!"
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
OmaHeck: Classic Kid Quotes
Here are some gems from recent days:
Dane likes pitas. Except that Cyndie got a different brand (organic or something) and they weren't perfect circles, and they weren't uniformly beige. Dane was livid, except he was livid with me, because Cyndie had never made a pita for him from the new batch. He finally relented, tasted them, made a face and decided that despite their imperfections, while they were worth complaining about, they weren't worth fighting about. Cyndie got the other brand the next time. When Dane saw them, he said "Yea! Mommy pitas!" To which Cyndie asked, "Well, really what's wrong the the pitas that Daddy makes?" Dane responded, "They're like my worst kind of kryptonite!"
Each night we take turns telling each other something we're thankful for. The other night Tate said the following, "Brownies, and a few stuff that I don't even know about."
Tonight we were at dinner at Cyndie's parents' home. It is Bompa's 71st birthday. The neighbor dog, Roscoe, likes to come over and play with the boys when they visit. As we were leaving, Roscoe made his way over to say good-bye. Dane picked him up and got wet on by Roscoe the puppy. Dane's reaction? "Roscoe saw my and got so excited... he got excitement all on my sock!"
Dane likes pitas. Except that Cyndie got a different brand (organic or something) and they weren't perfect circles, and they weren't uniformly beige. Dane was livid, except he was livid with me, because Cyndie had never made a pita for him from the new batch. He finally relented, tasted them, made a face and decided that despite their imperfections, while they were worth complaining about, they weren't worth fighting about. Cyndie got the other brand the next time. When Dane saw them, he said "Yea! Mommy pitas!" To which Cyndie asked, "Well, really what's wrong the the pitas that Daddy makes?" Dane responded, "They're like my worst kind of kryptonite!"
Each night we take turns telling each other something we're thankful for. The other night Tate said the following, "Brownies, and a few stuff that I don't even know about."
Tonight we were at dinner at Cyndie's parents' home. It is Bompa's 71st birthday. The neighbor dog, Roscoe, likes to come over and play with the boys when they visit. As we were leaving, Roscoe made his way over to say good-bye. Dane picked him up and got wet on by Roscoe the puppy. Dane's reaction? "Roscoe saw my and got so excited... he got excitement all on my sock!"
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