Here are some new terms, coined by Jack on our camping trip this past weekend.
Aerodymanic: Jack leans over the handle bars and pedals like mad to become aerodymanic on his bicycle.
Stun-scream: When you sneak up behind Jack to apply sunscreen, he emits a rage-filled stun scream.
Jack and I had the following conversation this weekend.
Me: We sure are having a fun day.
Jack: What did we do?
Me: We painted, played play dough…
Jack: And now we are talking…
Me: And we are going to a playground.
Jack: I’m sorry, did you say we went to a playground?
Me: No, I said we were going to a playground, because we are on our way now.
Jack: Oh. I’m sorry, I misunderstood.
Me: (thinking: big word for a 4 year old.)
Jack: You know, misunderstood is pretty hard to say…. with a banana in your mouth.
No need to go into the back story here. Without further ado, I present to you this:
At dinner, Jack said, “Who has two thumbs and his tongue up his nose? This guy.”
Better mommy bloggers than I, have written more than I care to write about the Elf on the Shelf. But I will share this conversation that my little logician Jack and I had the other day.
Jack: Something about Pinocchio, blah, blah, blah, right Mommy?
Me: I’m not sure, I don’t know too much about Pinocchio because he freaks me out.
Jack: Mom! Look at the Elf on the Shelf! Is he Pinocchio???!!! No! The Elf on the Shelf freaks you out! That means you are not freaked out by Pinocchio.”
So there you have it
Yesterday, Jack said, “Some adults are weird. Not you, Mommy.”
Oh really, who is weird?
“You know, like Daddy.”
I recently quit a job that required that I work night and day, weekends, holidays, the whole deal. Dave really picked up the slack with the groceries, and the kid pick ups and drop offs, and the general all around parenting. Consequently, I missed some turn over at the day care and I don’t know some names. My strategy here has been to pick up Jack and then ask him which teacher was playing with him when I got there. But I wait until we leave, and at that point, he doesn’t remember. Yesterday we peaked through the windows on the way out and I asked names. The wonderful, friendly, loving teacher that we saw through the window? Jack told me her name was Hermonica. I said, “Could it be Monica?” Nope. Hermonica. The worst part is that I am going to have to be told about 10 times before I can remember, and I think he tells me a different made up name each time.
Guess I’ll stick with, “Hey, you! Thanks for taking care of my baby!”
Jack: Mama? Who invented the world? And Phones?
Me: Um. God and Steve Jobs.