whose money is it anyway?

the kid: so daddy, how do you get money for working?
the hubby: I go to work and do my best, and then they pay me.
the kid: well, even if they give the money to you, it's not all yours, you know.
me: then whose money is it?
the kid: all of us. 'cause we're a family. 

growing up

the kid: mommy. daddy. you were both very good at open house tonight. I'm very proud of you. when we get home, you'll get a surprise.
me: thank you. we tried not to embarrass you.
the kid: mommy, I knew you wouldn't embarrass me. it's daddy I wasn't too sure about. but daddy, you did a really good job. you're really growing up.
hubby: um, thanks. I think.
the kid: you're welcome.

*snicker*

tour guide

the kid was so cute at open house. he gave us a tour of his classroom, explaining each of the "stations" and various things on the walls. he proudly showed us where he sits, his "art portfolio", and a folder with some of his most recent work. he was sad when we told him it was time to go... he LOVES his classroom and his teacher. please, Lord... let it always be that way for him! 

open house

open house at the kid's school tonight. he is so excited... "I've been doing my best because I get to show you my work." 

cold feet

the kid finds it hilarious to slip his cold feet under the back of my shirt and onto my back...
me: go put some socks on.
the kid: but my feet aren't cold any more. your back warmed them up.
me: but now my back is cold.
the kid: don't worry. I'll warm it up with my feet.

takeover

the hubby went back to play a game on the ps2 while the kid was really into playing the wii. less than 5 minutes later, the kid has abandoned the wii and taken over his daddy's game. HA! 

chatterbox

the kid was talking non-stop...

me: you're a chatterbox today.
the kid: no, I didn't burp. you burped.
me: huh?
the kid: and you need to say "excuse me".
me: um, excuse me?
the kid: thanks for using your manners.

*shrug* (color me confused!)

toots and giggles

the kid crawled in bed next to me this morning and snuggled up to me with his back against mine...

the kid: (toot) (giggle)
me: (grunt)
the kid: (toot) (giggle)
me: not funny.
the kid: yes it is. (toot) (guffaw)
me: I guess you're up.
the kid: yep. I don't know what woke me up, but I'm awake.
me: maybe it was your toots.
the kid: no. I ignore my toots. and then I laugh at them.

*sigh*

eye boogers

when the kid had goop in his eye at the beginning of his pinkeye experience, I referred to it as "eye boogers". now he is obsessed with the idea of having eye boogers...

the kid: mommy, do I have eye boogers?
me (looking him in the eye): nope. 
the kid: look very closely. are you sure?
me: nope. no eye boogers. you're clear.
the kid: phew! 

firefighter truck

the kid: look! a firefighter truck! I wonder where it's going.
me: (pointing) thataway.
the kid: there must be a fire.
me: or a car accident.
the kid: that's crazy. it's a FIREfighter truck. they do fires. 
*sigh*