overheard

Henry to Ethan: "Ethan, Aaron is a baby. He's so stupid. He doesn't even know what a hother is."

Ethan: "yeah"

Henry: "he doesn't even know what a basement is"

Ethan: "yeah"

Henry: "it's just a downstairs!"

Ethan: "yeah"

Henry: "He doesn't even know what a sweet potato is. He's never eaten one!"

Ethan: "I've never eaten one either..."

Henry: "he doesn't know what an avacado is!"

Ethan: "yeah!"

Henry: "yeah. But Aaron is a baby!"

Henry: "he doesn't even know what, um..."

Ethan: "you know Luke?... this is how Luke says yogurt, 'yo-GIT' "

Henry: "you know Lizzy?"

Ethan: "no. Who's Lizzy?"

Henry: "Lizzy only eats mama milk"

Ethan: "what's mama milk?"

Henry: "it's milk. Milk that comes out of mom's... mom's tummy"

So long, Frank Lloyd Wright

I recently watched a documentary about Frank Lloyd Wright. I think I really don't like him. So I says as much, via my faceboooaorf status. To which my sister and some other funny people replied. Then Tyson commented. (as me) Then I laughed until I cried. Then I changed the laptop desktop wallpaper to pictures of Frank Lloyd Wright. Then I pointed to all the pictures (for there were several) and said, "He would approve of that, he was very humble." And then Tyson says "yes, but only if the pictures were facing away from the street" !!!! OH man. Laughter ensues.

what Tyson said:

"plus, he's an egotistical robber baron"

(he's not a robber baron, FYSA)

P.S. I still love Simon and Garfunkel, even after all these years.

Also, Paul Simon is shorter than me, which is neat.

Also, I now have 'Call me Al' in my head again. THANKS A LOT, FRANK LLOYD WRIGHT!!!

He's 2!

Peter kept going in the kids' bedroom today when Elizabeth was sleeping so I told him no and gave him the most pathetic swat to the bottom.
He turned around and looked at me and said, "stupid mommy," and then opened it again.

Wis-a-bip

Peter picked up my phone today and said "Daddy, Elizabeth is YUCKY"

except it sounded like "Daayee, Wis-a-bip's ucky" which made it cute.

In a dark and evil world

Picture, if you will:
I am sitting at the table eating my lunch. I hear Henry walking up the stairs and immediately realize that he is also singing. He is singing 'The Bible Stands.' I wait. He reaches the top of the stairs and walks to my side, still singing. He is holding a Bible. He completes the song and I praise him. It was flawlessly sung, no mistakes, and the prop he selected was perfect. After I told him multiple times how well he had sung he asked me, "do you know where I found the Bible?"
"No," I replied, "where did you find it?"
"In a dark place. I looked in a dark place and I saw a little bit of white."

Filthy trick

The first, very first thing my husband said to me this morning was, "I think it's a dirty trick that it's called 'zoology'" (using the correct pronunciation)
He's right. Filthy trick. "So," I replied, "I move that we give the word three 'o's and pronounce it 'zoo-ology'"
It's true. My dear Tyson and I have but one mind and one way of thinking. There is in every thing a most remarkable resemblance of character and ideas between us. We seem to have been designed for each other.

what Stephen said

Henry: "hey mom, do you know what Stephen said?"
me: "no. What did Stephen say? Did he say he likes you?"
Henry: "no. Hey said 'hey!' I think that means he likes me"