Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Things Kids Say



Marc is pointing at his hip. “I hurt here. You pray. It’s my leg-shoulder.”

I jump in the van with the kids, “Hi good kids!” Tim, “Hi, bad mom!” “Hey?”
“Well, somebody’s got to be the bad guy.”

Marc talks to man in Meijers. Man asks, “Well, how old are you?” Marc “I five. I a BIG kid.” (He’s only three.)

I lost Luc at the zoo. He likes to join other family groups. No concept of stranger anxiety. He is not one of those kids who has to know where mom is. By the time I discovered he was missing, (from the enclosed frog room), he was completely gone. As I walked past a zoo employee, I heard her walkie-talkie stating lost child. I stopped her and said, “That’s mine.” She radioed back, and Luc showed up, grinning from ear-to-ear and holding a zoo employee’s hand. “Hi, mom.” Later we saw the same guy. Luc’s enthusiastic response, “Hello helper man!!”

Marc is now a thesaurus. His breakfast cereal does not get soggy. “My O’s are wilty” “What do you mean, “wilty”? “I mean, my o’s, they MELTED. Oh no, they’re melty and wilty..can I have more o’s please?”

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