Saturday, March 7, 2009

“I can’t eat anything because I said this a hundred times: There nothing there I want!” – Sailor, on being served a pbj with strawberries and bananas and milk for breakfast. 3/6/09

Sunday, March 08, 2009
Some other funny notes I found while cleaning out stuff this weekend…

At dinner tonight Sailor choked on the “celery hairs” then wanted to know what the “pimples” in the tapioca pudding were. 04/08/08

Mommy: Are you done with dinner?
Sailor: Apparently.

Sailor: Now I’m sexy [after taking off his wet pants].

“Get your nose ready to smell my mouth.” 04/09/08

And an old, undated one from one of the kids:
Mom, something is so silly about you.
What?
You said shrimp.

And some 2- or 3-year-old Sailor-isms:

-No one here with us. That pretty sad.

-Put the cookies 'hound my back.

-‘Cep’ itchy guys can go dere?

-On a walk down the street: I smell shayo [cereal]. Shayo and soap. Mmm.

Sailor: Mom, Rudolph is cute.
Mom: Not as cute as you.
Sailor: Beez I have the Yoda hat on. That why I’m cute.

A conversation in the car a few years ago.
Mac: I still want to buy you more jewelry.
Mom: We’ll ask Aunt to take you. But not sure when cuz she is sick.
Sailor: How ‘bout when she is better?!
Mac: What’s wrong with her?
Mom: She has a bug in her lungs.
Mac: REALLY? How did it get in?
Mom: [Gives explanation]
Sailor: He a bad guy?

Conversation with Sailor on 6/4/07
Sailor: How come you didn’t make peanut butter salad?
Mom: Peanut butter salad?
Sailor: When you put peanut butter on.
Mom: On celery?
Sailor: Yeah.

8/23/07
Sailor: Don’t fear, Underwear is here!

Sailor: Nana’s going to make me a smooth blue cape and a red sweater with an F for Underdog on it.
Mac: You mean a U for Underdog!

Mac’s impressions of his 1st day of 1st grade. His teacher: Great! Funny! And very reasonable.

12/31/07
Sailor: I don’t want to go to Bubble Gum Shrimp.

Mac: Did he [Sailor] do that [pumpkin face]?
Mommy: Mhmm.
Mac: I’m impressed!

Sailor asking about the previous year when he didn’t want to go to the beach:
“Was I a little kid?” Summer 2008

4/7/08
Sailor: What game of sports do you wrestle in?


4/7/08
Mommy: What do you want to do for lunch?
Sailor: Go to Starbucks maybe, where you could get a decaf coffee.

4/11/08
Sailor: Guess what I’m taking [as in, taking a class]? I’m taking the talking doctor. But I didn’t get to play in the ball pit.

Mac to Mommy and Aunt while watching a PG (parental guidance suggested) movie, “Guys, you have to be guiding us!”

Sailor 03/01/09
Do you know how to make yourself be funny like me?

07/19/07
Mac: (With an Italian accent) Oh, my little noodles. How long have you been in the microwave? You are very hot!

In summer 2007 I made Mac the following offer: “I’ll pay you $1 every week to take Sailor to French class. That’s; a lot of money for a little kid. And at the end of summer you can buy something really cool.” To which my darling boy replied, “Like a patch of flowers for you!”

When Sailor missed his friend Jack in 2007 he asked, “Can we go to his Michigan?”

Sailor: I am not from your planet. I am a slug bug.

Sailor: You know I’m a real caveman who sings? A lot? I’m from a different planet (strumming his air guitar). 4/11/07

Mommy: You’re a little twisty (meaning Sailor’s pants are twisted).
Sailor: You’re a little twisty!

Mac: Maybe when we get back we can play a little ball.
Sailor: No, we can’t play with the little ball.
Mac: Not the little ball, a little ball (by way of explanation).

That same day we saw a sign at the zoo that read: Beaver play table is temporarily out of order due to repairs that need to be made.

6/04.08
Sailor: I’m gonna put some tildies on my belt. Cuz it’s my tildy belt.

6/5/08
She still sick? I think it’s ammonia. --Sailor about Aunt

7/28/08
Sailor: Lemonade 15 cents!
Aunt: 50 cents
Sailor: Fif-tee cents. Whatever. We have lemonade.