Funny Little things...
My six-year-old has his own fan base in real life, and on this blog for that matter, due to the Ericism posts. The kid is wildly funny, and devilishly cute. Whenever my stats begin to sink, I just follow him around for awhile, and record whatever he says for the amusement of my readers. To take some of the pressure for my anythings-possible future success as an Internet Blogging Sensation off of Eric, I thought I’d share some note-worthy stuff his older siblings have said of late:
After washing their hands for dinner, the boys comment:
Eric: “My hands smell like soap.”
Kenton: “My hands smell like hands.”
Dinner complete, Kenton says,
“Roast me like a turkey: I’m stuffed full of bread.”
Kenton makes an observation after Allyson has messed with my hair:
“Mom, you look like a horse that needs a haircut.”
Allyson hears the dryer go off on a chilly January morning:
“Mom, y’know what I totally want to do right now?”
“What?”
“Stick my feet in the dryer.”
At the Museum of Fine Arts, Kenton is enthralled by Manet’s ‘Toilers of the Sea’:
“It looks like it’s still wet.”
Allyson tries to offer me some help with Eric:
“You need to sign him up for etiquette class.”
Kenton: “What’s etti-quit class?”
I ask Kenton a question:
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for a funeral parlor: my pen died.”
Allyson makes an emphatic statement:
“I don’t care what anyone says, people become telepaths when they have children.”
Studying the skeletal system, Kenton gets stumped:
“I don’t understand half of that. In fact, I don’t understand two halves of that.”
Kenton and I were engrossed in an awesome thousand piece Harry Potter puzzle. Allyson walks up and makes the following observation:
“He has that it-might-be-facial-hair-or-it-might-just-be-stuff-left-over-from-lunch look.”
I ask Kenton another question:
“Son, why are you wiping up that spill one drop at a time?”
“I’m doing an experiment on adhesion and cohesion.”
Kenton, while playing Apples to Apples:
“I have no idea who Bill Murray is, but he sounds emotional.”
Nerdy.
While defending playing her “Shakespeare’ card in Apples to Apples for the adjective ‘Nerdy’, Allyson says:
“William Shakespeare sat around and wrote all day. I mean, how nerdy can you get? No offense, mom.”
A peak at Allyson’s heart:
“I love the way songs sound when they’re played on old pianos.”
A peak at Kenton’s heart:
“Don’t you love that feeling when a hot drink goes down your throat?”
While playing Risk, Allyson suffers a setback. She begins to narrate her turn aloud:
“Her countenance grew steadily darker.”
Kenton and I share some common ground:
Kenton: “I’m one of those guys that’s always got his nose stuffed up in a book.”
Me, grinning: “That’s a good place to have your nose ‘stuck up in’.”
Kenton: “Yeah. Books smell good.”
A Real-Life Word Problem:
“If you have five bags of M&Ms and one thing of Play-doh, what do you have?” Kenton askes Eric. Allyson looks up from her book and smiles,
“You’d have five wrappers and a philospher.”