Quips

Some oldies that I forgot to post...

While reading a book at bedtime, sitting on the bed:

Mommy, can we read this on the floor? Cause sometimes my leg just gets too much soft on it. Like when I'm just in my bed and my leg kinda starts to hurt because it had too much soft on it, but I know I'm supposed to sleep in my bed. So that's why I just want to read this on the floor. Cause it's not as much soft.

G: Tomorrows keep turning into yesterdays, right mommy? But yesterdays don't turn into tomorrows.

Me: That's right. Where did you learn that?

G: I just know.

Me: Gabriel, what is your favorite thing about school?

<J and I expect an answer like PE or art>

G: Leaving

Me: Did you get your flu shot today?

G: Yes. It didn't even hurt. I want to do it every day. I was brave.

At Bedtime...

<G hanging upside down off the edge of his bed>

Mom, I'm Upside Down Man.

I do upside down things to people. 

And save the world by reaching my arms to pick up trash and put it in the can. 

I'm a super hero. 

But I don't need a cape, because Iron Man doesn't have a cape. 

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Mom, you're wasting all your time. You're not going to get any hugs because you spent all your time kissing me. 

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G: I hope that in our next house, I don't have my own bed.

Me: Who's going to be in your bed with you? 

G: I'll be in your bed with you guys!

Me: <silently> No, child. No you won't. 

Stuff He Said

This goofy kid has said some funny things.

 
Yesterday Gabriel was doing something, and I changed it a bit. He sighed loudly and said, "Mom, don't wreck my day."

"Mom, will you come wipe my bottom? But don't look at my poop." <pause> "It was hard. And soft. It was hard and soft, mom." <I help with wiping> "Mom! Don't look at it!"

Me: Gabriel, it's time to get in your bed. 

Gabriel: I need to do my iPad. 

M: No, it's time to get in bed.

G: But God and Jesus told me to do my iPad. God AND Jesus. 

K: <laughing pretty hard> I think God and Jesus want you to follow your mommy's instructions and get in your bed. 

G: No, God and Jesus only talk to me. 

Gabriel shows his dad a box of frozen waffles that we just brought home from the store. 

Gabriel: Dad, do you see these? I bet you think they're for you. 

Dad: Yum. I think those are for me. 

G: <pffffft>

Forward Thinking

In Gabriel's closet, we have a double rod. I hang the in-season clothes on the bottom and the out-of-season clothes on the top. There is nothing of interest in the top shelf--just boxes of clothes he has outgrown. 

Tonight I saw that Gabriel had moved a step stool into his room and set it up in front of his closet. I asked him why it was there. His response:

"In case of it's sweater weather. For the winter, when I get to play in the snow. Or something like that."

I admire his preparedness, but that stool could be there a while. 

ps- I decided not to squash his dreams by explaining the likelihood of actual snow in central Texas.