Missing Key

After a key went missing Matthew questions J.

M: Did you take the key to the back door?

J: Yes. I needed it cause it is the key to my ship, but I don't remember where it is.

M: Well, you need to look for the key and find it this morning.

J: That's not in my plans.

No Habla Ingles

So I now think I have figured out the reason for such looks as....

A's teacher today asked me if we speak Spanish to her at home because she understands so much of it and even waved her teacher over today saying "Ven, ven." (translation "Come, come.") No one speaks Spanish to her at home. So the root of all the frustrated looks from my sweet girl....

We don't speak the same language.

Father, Son and What?

On the way into church.....

J: How do you do that water thing again?

Budding Author

I've been writing a children's book and finally finished it today.  J was so happy when I read it to him that he started on his own book immediately.  Of course he had to one up me and did his own illustrations.  The picture is the first page of his book.

Story: Army Guy (dictated to mommy by the author himself)

Once upon a time an army guy wanted a friend, but the other armies didn't want to be his friend.  Stephen didn't want to be his friend. Nobody wanted to be his friend.

(J:Mommy this is a magic book and I'm gonna make it a happy story now. Abracadabra.)

Once upon a time everybody wanted to be army guys friend except the bad guys.  The army guy said, "Now I'm a happy army guy!"

The End

Native Tongue

Me: Your sister sounds like she speaks alien.

J: It's French.

Mama Who?

First I had to endure being called "Kitty" for last three months and now I had to listen to A chant "dada, boppa, dada, boppa" for the last 15 minutes while I bathed her.  Her father and grandfather where nowhere to be found, which begs the question, "Who is the primary caregiver here?"

Exaggerate Much?

J: Mommy, I'm SO hungry! I don't have a choice. If I don't eat right now, I won't live!

Bad Mommy

After being made very mad by mommy (cause I buckled his seat belt for him)....

J: That's it! I want out of this car.  I want to live with somebody else in a different house.

Me: Okay.

Pulled back into a parking spot at school and unlocked the doors.

J: I changed my mind.  I want YOU to go live somewhere else. 

Just for me

J: Mommy, I drawed you this heart because my heart loves you.

Be Our Guest

J had a play date earlier this week. I told him that his friend was our guest, and that guests get to decide what to play.  Frustration with this rule ensued several times during the play date.  Today, when I asked J if he wanted his friend to come over for another play date he responded, "Yes, but next time can she not be our guest?"

Whose body?

While harassing J about picking his nose, he bit back, "This is my body.  You have your own body, so don't tell me what to do with my body!"

Don't you love it when a four year old can put you in your place!