Xander: No! How old were you?
Me: I got them when I was about 5.
Xander: How long did you wear them?
Me: I think until I was about 12.
Xander: Hmm. I was gonna guess 60.
"I have to tell you something important. More importanter than getting married!"
"Okay, what is it?"
"I have a noise that will help time pass by when you're painting. PFFFFFTTTTHHHH!" *cracks a cocky half-smile and walks away*
~Note: We are not painting and I have no idea where this came from.
"Hey Mommy, when we build a house are you going to pack the builders a lunch every day?"
"Ummmm. . . "
"You should pack sandwiches and apples and pretzels! They'll like that. Yeah. Good idea."
|With his cousins on the train at Tweetsie|
(Talking about birthdays and getting older)
Me: Do you think I'm old?
Me: How old do you think I am?
Me: Not quite.
Me: Nope. 32.
Xander: Whoa! You ARE old! That's as old as an old grandpa!
(I'm changing one twin's diaper and I hear the other start fussing from the room where Xander is. Xander runs in to me, and in his best announcer voice. . . )
"If you love crying, you won't want to miss this!!"
And one of my favorites to date. . .
"I know everything about skateboarding. Except how to push with one foot. And how to balance."
|Acting crazy with his sister|