Friday, September 23, 2011

Kids Say the Darndest Things...

Super Powers

Will: Do you want to know what my super power is?
Erin: Sure!
Will: I can be invisible.
Erin: Cool!
Will: What’s your super power?
Erin: I can fly.
Will: No, that’s not it. Your super power is singing while you’re eating. And Dad’s super power is driving with his eyes closed.


Baby

Will skipped his nap and then fell asleep in the car while we were running errands later that afternoon. When we pulled into the parking lot at our first stop, I gently woke Will up and he started to cry.

Hallie: Mama, Will’s cwy-ing!
Erin: Yes, he is. He’s having a hard time waking up.
Hallie: (turning to Will) Ha ha ha! Will’s cwy-ing! He’s a bayyyyy-beeeee!
Will: (through sobs) I’m not a baby!
Hallie: Will’s cwy-ing! He’s a bayyyyy-beeeee!
Erin: Hallie, it’s not very nice to make fun of Will. Let’s try to cheer him up so that we'll all have a good time at the store.
Hallie: Ok. I chew him up. Will! I chew you up!
Will: (cries harder)
Erin: Sheesh.


Safety Manual

Last month we traveled – via four-hour airplane ride – to Washington for a wedding. Once on the airplane Will required very little of his parents’ time and energy; thanks to his Leapster and a few snacks, we heard from him only when he had to go to the bathroom. Hallie was a different story, needing an endless supply of books, art projects, cartoons, and snacks to distract her from kicking the seat in front of her and screaming at the top of her lungs.

Toward the end of our flight, a restless Hallie desperately wanted Tom to read to her but was less-than-thrilled about the books in her backpack. At that moment she discovered the seatback pocket in front of her, pulled out the safety manual, and handed it to Tom.

Hallie: You read dis.
Tom: (Reads Hallie the entire safety manual while Hallie listens intently.)
Hallie: Now seen (sing) it.
Tom: What?
Hallie: You seen (sing) it to me.

For the remainder of the flight, Tom sang the safety manual – cover to cover – to Hallie. Now if you ever hear her singing about lifeboats or oxygen masks you’ll know why.

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