One of the greatest pleasures of spending time with little children is the funny things they say. My kids say something that makes me laugh every day so I thought I’d share a few good quotes.
Recent quotes from Quinn (age 3):
When I was making cream puffs Quinn wanted to try one. I kept
telling him he could have one when they were ready, so he kept checking
in and asking if they were done, but he couldn’t remember what they were
called. Finally at one point when he came up to me in the kitchen and
said, “Can I have—what are they called?” and I said, “Cream puffs,” he
repeated, “Cream puffs.” Then he ran up the stairs saying to himself,
“I have to go write that down.”
Quinn likes to pick up random books and pretend he can read out
loud. He just makes stories up as he studies each page, but instead of
speaking normally, he reads like his sisters do: By. Stop-ping. At.
Ev-er-y. Word. And. Care-ful-ly. E-nun-ci-at-ing. Ev-er-y-thing. I
pointed out that the copy of the Giving Tree he was reading was in
French, but he said he didn’t mind.
Poor boy has had some kind of tummy problem lately, and he’s been
throwing up at odd times. (No fever, no other problems so I’m not sure
what’s wrong.) Anyway, after he threw up all over the living room and I
was working on cleaning it up, he asked me if he could have some
cereal. I asked him if his tummy (which he corrects me is ‘stomach’)
was up to it. “Yes.” So I asked him again to be sure, “Are you done
throwing up?” He assured me he was. “If you need to throw up will you
do it in the bathroom this time?” “Yes.” So I washed up, made him a
bowl of Cheerios, and as I handed it to him he said, “What’s throwing up
Recent quotes from Mona (age 6):
Mona puts together the most interesting outfits. Some days she wants
to be all black, or all pink. Sometimes there is a theme by pattern,
but most of the time it’s hard to know what she was thinking. There are
a lot of skirts over pants and layered shirts and dresses and lately
many headbands. Whatever ensemble she puts together, she always stikes a
pose in my doorway in the morning and says, “Do you love me in this?”
She wants me to refer to her as my “Cute Muff.” (I have no idea why.)
We were eating dinner in a restaurant, and out of the blue she asked
loudly, “Mama? How did they get the tubes out of you to tie them?”
When I picked her up from school the other day she said in her
outdoor voice (actually, she doesn’t have volume control, so we only
have the outdoor voice), “Mama?” Yes? “Can I tell you a joke?” Sure.
“What did Mr. Grape say when he saw all the elephants coming over the
hill?” I don’t know. “Look at all those grapes coming over the hill!
You know, because he was vision blind.”
Every once in awhile she beams up at me and says, “You are the
luckiest mom in the whole world!” She can’t figure out why that makes
me laugh, especially since I always agree.
Recent quotes from Aden (age 8):
My favorite was from when I objected to a piece of clothing she was
going to wear when I took her to the ballet. I had stressed the word
formal and she appeared in a tie dye T-shirt. To her is was the most
beautiful shirt she owned, but I overruled it. I explained that as
someone who normally sits in the pit orchestra at this kind of event, I
feel better if people dress as if they respect what we’re doing. So I
asked, “Do you know what the word formal means?” and she immediately
responded with, “Exquisite?” How’s that for vocabulary? (Anyway, I
tried to explain that what you choose to wear is like carrying around a
sign in some ways, that certain clothes tell people certain things and
you had to be aware of what you were saying to people. However pretty
she thought her tie dye shirt was, to other people it screamed ‘casual,’
and if that was not the signal she was trying to send she had to pick
something else they would understand.)
Her favorite adjective of the moment is
‘Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.’ (Quinn’s learned to say it too,
he’s heard it so often.)
She knows every single word to the song Another Postcard by the Bare Naked Ladies.
I know no one finds anyone else’s kids as amusing as their own, but
my kids do crack me up. Now if they would just pick up their dirty
clothes while cracking me up we would really be onto something.