Micah, in the midst of her typical random rambling chatter:
M: Everyone has a birthday. Everyone has a birthday every weekend.
Me: No, you only have a birthday once a year–not every weekend!
M: When is my birthday, what number is it?
Me: You know your birthday! When’s your birthday?
M: August the 8th, but that’s already passed! When’s my next birthday after that?
Me: Not until next August…
M: ?
Me: Your birthday is only once a year, on the same day every year!
M: I did not know that!
Micah is not so good at impulse control. (Of course, what 5-year-old is?) I scolded her after she took something from Bethany. She replied, “My bwain tells me to do things. I have to do what my bwain says!” I told her that when her bwain brain tells her to do things that she knows are wrong, she should pray and ask God to help her do the right things.
Bethany had a simpler plan, though: “Micah, you should never listen to your brain!” In Micah’s case, it might not be bad advice.
Out of the blue, as usual:
“If I go into the screen I will l be on the TV.”
Thinks about it a little more…
“If I crash into the screen, and you fix it, and I’m stuck inside, then I will be on the TV!”
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!”
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.
Tim: musician; runner; audio engineer for The JESUS Film Project; science and math teacher to our kids.
Lisa: homeschooling mom; fan of 1940s radio and music; spends too much time on the computer.
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