His Own Game

I'm sitting with Andrew while he finishes his breakfast. He says, "Hey! Let's play the hopscotch train game."
Puzzled, I respond, "I don't know what that is."
Smiling, he says, "It's where you take the trains and you say, 'Hopscotch, here we come'!"
Laughing, I say, "Okay, let's play when you get done."
He says, "Daddy, and Phillip, and Mommy, and Andrew can all get trains and play."
I say, "Daddy and Phillip aren't here."
He says, "Oh, yeah, they're at work."
I say, "Well, Daddy is at work and Phillip is at school."
He says, "You can sit in the chair and I'll sit on the couch and wait for them." "Mommy, you can sit in the chair and I'll sit on the couch and wait."

After breakfast, he immediately went and got the trains and got one for himself and said, "Hey! Let's play" pause "Oh, you don't have a train, let me get you a train Mommy." He goes and gets me Emily. "Here you go Mommy, let's play now" and he's off doing something else.

All day long, it's his own games and ideas...with no one's help.

See ya later alligator...

What Are You Going To Eat?

I hosted a baby shower for a friend of mine yesterday at 2 pm, so I was staying at the church once Sunday School got out so we could set up and decorate before the shower started.

On the way to church, Chris and I were discussing the logistics of how the afternoon was going to proceed. At one point, he asked, "What are you going to eat?"

From the backseat, we hear Andrew whisper, "A sandwich"!

He had not been in the conversation at all, but apparently wanted to send us a subliminal message about what he wanted for lunch! It was too funny and his timing was perfect. We laughed most of they way to church.

See ya later alligator...

When I Grow Up... (Part Six)

Phillip: When I grow up, I want to be a cooker.
Me: A cooker? What kinds of food do you want to cook?
Phillip: Umm, cake.
Me: (Laughing) Cake, huh? That would be called a baker.
Phillip: Yeah, I want to be a baker that cooks cake.
Me: Is that all you want to bake?
Phillip: I want to bake desserts: cupcakes, cookies, brownie, cake, and candy.
Me: Candy, too, huh? So, you would be a baker and a candy maker.
Phillip: Yeah, a baker and a candy maker.
Me: Yum, that sounds good! Will you make some for your mommy?
Phillip: Yes, and for Daddy.
Andrew: And some for me!
Phillip: Andrew, you could help me. You can make the candy and I'll bake the cakes.
Andrew: I can help you?
Phillip: Yes
Andrew: Yahoo! Let's go!
Phillip: Not know, silly, when we grow up!

See ya later alligator...

Cookie Dough

We're at the dinner table talking and I mention to Chris that Phillip's school is selling cookie dough. Phillip's ears immediately perk up and he starts trying to interrupt Chris and I talking. When we finally acknowledge him, he says, "Why did you say cookie dough?"

So I explained that his school was selling cookie dough. (If you're interested in buying some, let me know!)

He, of course, asked why.

I told him it was so he could make money.

"So, I can make money to buy a camper?" Phillip asks incredulously.

(Note: Phillip has been obsessed with campers lately and really wants us to buy one, even though we've told him numerous times that they cost too much and we don't have that much money. He thinks we do because he sees the dish full of coins on Chris' night table!)

Of course, Chris and I burst out laughing. Then I had to explain to Phillip that everyone at the school sells it so the school can make money to buy new things for the school.

He seemed satisfied by this answer, but very disappointed.

See ya later alligator...

When I Grow Up... (Part Five)

Phillip: I don't want to be a baseball player anymore.
Me: You don't huh? Well, what do you want to be?
Phillip: A Knight.
Phillip: With a Sword and a Shield.
Me: Wow, that sounds cool.
Phillip: And a big castle. A knight with a big castle.
Me: Neat.
Phillip: And with a princess.
Me: Oh, of course, with a princess.
Phillip: The knight saves the princess.
Me: You're right. That sounds like a plan.

Where do they come up with these things?!? See ya later alligator...

When I Grow Up... (Part Four)

Phillip: Mommy, when I grow up I'm going to be a baseball player.
Me: Okay, that sounds like a great plan.

Not funny, but just trying to keep track of all of his choices so I can show them to him when he grows up. I know if I don't write them down, I'll never remember!

See ya later alligator...

I'll Shoot You Up

What is up with boy's obsessions with guns?!? Having done nothing to promote guns or shooting in my house, my 4 year old is currently building a 'fire shooter' out of colored lacing beads. What's up with that? Why did he decide that's what he was building?

After telling his 2 year old brother that's what he was building, Andrew got a play rolling pin from the kitchen and started 'shooting' Phillip, with sounds and everything. So, Phillip took one of the beads and started 'shooting' back, again with sounds (which are much better than Andrew's, BTW).

I just don't understand...I guess I just don't have enough testosterone.

See ya later alligator...