Archive for the 'These People Crack Me Up' Category
July 20, 2007 @ 3:42 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Any mother worth her salt knows to never, never ask a young artist, "Is it a (fill in the blank)?" You’re supposed to say, "Ooh, I like your sculpture; can you tell me about it?" and let the child’s conversation enlighten you as to the identity of the object she has so enthusiastically and inscrutably rendered.
I, however, have never claimed to be worth my salt. Which is why I am prone to exchanges like this one:
Me: "Ooh, what a great Sculpey lemur!"
Beanie: "Mom. It’s not a lemur. It’s a panther."
Whoops.
July 12, 2007 @ 2:49 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
"You just take some raw meat, and plop some jam on it and smush it up. Then it’s perfect."
June 27, 2007 @ 12:49 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
(Sighing): "Mommy, if I could have three wishes, one of them would be for you to have keener ears."
June 24, 2007 @ 1:17 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Mommy, how much imagination do we have?
Do you know what cave cats eat? (Bugs, it turns out.)
Did you know Blackie [her stuffed kitty] is the only cave cat in the world?
Where does the word ‘fir tree’ come from?
Can washing your face be one of the dailiest things in the day?
June 21, 2007 @ 1:10 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Beanie: "When I grow up, I’m going to have a canary. And several parakeets. And a parrot. And a cocktail."
May 17, 2007 @ 10:39 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Beanie: "Whew! I’m tired and thirsty! I think I’ll have a nice, refreshing milk mustache."
May 7, 2007 @ 3:02 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
The six-year-old, overheard: "Smushilo, smushilari, smushilavi, smushilatum! I smush, to smush, I smushed, smushed!"
(Funny, I don’t recall that track on the Latin for Children chants CD.)
March 29, 2007 @ 7:47 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
A request from Beanie, uttered with the earnestness only a six-year-old can express: "Mommy, I would like to hear about my past."
March 6, 2007 @ 7:41 am | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Beanie: "Mama, what’s the answer to the question you asked Rose?"
It is 7 a.m. Rose is still in bed. This question, whatever it was, must
have been asked yesterday. Or who knows when. I ask Beanie what
question she means.
Beanie: "Remember? The one you asked."
Me: "Um. No. What question did I ask?"
Bean: "I can’t remember. But I really want to know the answer."
February 6, 2007 @ 1:01 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Flipping through Rose’s Latin book, I saw a snippet of vocabulary: "Mea
culpa—my fault." Underneath them, Rose has penciled in: "But what about
it’s NOT my fault?"
