Sammy’s (still) obsessed with his daddy, and now that his daddy is 30 years old, that is Sam’s dream as well. Daily I hear things like, “When I’m 30 I’ll reach that,” or even, “I can’t wait to be 30 like daddy.” It’s hilarious.
While snuggling in bed with Ben on a weekend morning, Seth says, “Daddy, your face stinks.” Ben replies, “It’s not my face.” Seth says, “Oh, it’s probably your eye boogers then.” And Sam was sure it was Ben’s ears stinking!
As the boys were getting ready to “drive” to their football (in full gear of course), Seth asks Sam, “You gonna drive fast or slow?” Sam replies, “Slow.” Seth says, “Good, I’ll fix my sock in the car.”
Is describing their poops in detail a kid thing, a boy thing, or (please tell me no) just my kids’ thing? “It’s a train yard and a long snake.” “Look: a daddy poop, a mommy poop, and a baby poop.” Or Sam’s usual, “Mom, it’s this long,” (showing me with his hands…always exaggerated). I guess I should just be happy it’s in the toilet!
While at the beach, Seth and Sammy were falling down in the sand. Seth asks, “Daddy, you want to fall down?” Ben answers, “No.” Sam says, “Daddy doesn’t know how to fall down.”
I heard this in the background: “It’s with Jesus.” “Who’s with Jesus?” I asked. “My fruit snack is with Jesus,” Seth replied after popping one in his mouth.
“Mommy!” (very loud with a finger point in the middle of Target), “That boy is wearing earrings…only girls wear earrings. He’s silly!”
And luckily we were in the car for this loud observation of another person: “Mommy, that boy colored ALL OVER his arms with markers,” one of the boys tattled to me about the man with arm tattoos.
Seth’s prayer the other night, “Dear Jesus, thank you for the weekend, and for daddy’s work. Thank you for Jesus protect us when we take a nap and daddy go to work and whenever we eat dinner quickly. Thank you for all these things. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”
Sammy: “I’m gonna go to a kids’ super hero place and do super hero things, wearing my superhero glasses.”
Sammy: “Why can’t I go elk hunting?” “Well, you’re not old enough sweetie,” I replied. “When I be old enough?” “Um…maybe when you are 10,” was my answer. “No, not 10,” Sam says, “30. When I’m 30 I’ll elk hunt.”
And because no post is complete without pictures, here’s a photo shoot I did the other day because the boys actually picked out identical clothes. They both love these shirts because they’re gray and red, which are Dufur Ranger colors. The glasses are complements of Papa and their Halloween baskets.
Love these ones!!
How cute! I love things little kids say. They may very well be at the best age ever!
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