Posts in Category: Micah-isms

Heffalumps and…

This is an actual conversation that took place at the dinner table.

Tim: Micah, what was your favorite part of school today?

Micah: Painting!

Tim: What did you paint?

Lisa: her legs…

Micah: My legs, and a picture, and… and a picture on the weasel!

(stifled laughter)

Tim: It’s “easel”.

Micah: No! We have a weasel in my class! We do! We really do! I painted a picture on the weasel!

Lisa: No, no, it’s called an easel. A weasel is an animal.

Micah: What?

Lisa: It’s an animal, a small animal.

Micah: Oh, like in Winnie the Pooh, when he dreams he turns into a raccoon.

Tim: ????

Lisa: What?

Micah: In Winnie the Pooh, he dreams he turns into a raccoon!!

Lisa: No, that’s a woozle, not a raccoon. But woozle is a funny way of saying weasel.

Micah: Yes! a raccoon.

Lisa: No, a woozle. Which is like a weasel.

Tim: But is not like an easel.

My brain hurts.


Me: “Micah, if you want a cookie at Publix you have to behave.”
Micah: “I’ll be-REALLY-have!”

Bethany: “Mommy, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Me: “This is it–I’m all grown up!”
Bethany (puzzled): “But you don’t look like a space explorer!”

Tim: “Micah, Ellie–what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Micah: “A snowman!”
Ellie: “A green snowman!”

Tim: “Bethany, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Bethany: “A rocking chair!”
Ellie: “A green rocking chair!”

Out of the mouths of babes

We were at Sears this evening, buying a car top carrier so we can get all our stuff and kids to Indy in a few weeks.

So I’m walking around with the kids while Tim waits in line, and suddenly Micah starts saying, “Crocodile! Crocodile!” and pointing. At first, I was mystified. I thought maybe an Izod display or something, but I saw nothing resembling a large reptile.

I could tell what she was pointing at, although it didn’t make sense. So I asked her, “Elevator?” Her response: “Yeah! Elegator!”

Makes perfect sense to a two year old.