Sunday, October 14, 2012

Who's Hungry?

Spawn, Prawn, and I were riding in the car a few days ago.  It was kind of chilly out (snot weather!), and Spawn's nose was kind of runny.  He probably had a cold, too, since that seems to be a theme of preschool.  Anyway, I called him out on it...

Me: hey, whatcha doing back there?
Spawn: I'm just picking my nose.  Sometimes when I'm riding in the car I get hungry, and I need a little snack.  So I pick my boogers and eat them. 
Me: (gagging) um, you know, we could always just have a snack when we get home.  We're actually in the driveway right now, so we can go inside and eat some actual food right now.
Spawn: No, that's okay Mom.  I'm all right.  I'm full now.  I don't need anything else to eat.


I might vomit.

Legos Aflame

Spawn did something awesome, and as a result he earned a Lego boat.  It's pretty much the most exciting thing that's ever happened to him.  While he and Dad were building it, he got upset because he thought two of the pieces were too close together.

Spawn: if you put them too close together like that, they'll catch fire.
Dad: what?  Why would they do that?
Spawn: yeah, that's what my Aunt Jane told me.
Dad: was she talking about boats?
Spawn: she was talking about things that catch on fire.
Dad: well, that makes sense.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Burning down the house?

This morning the city firemen visited Spawn's preschool.  It was exciting for all, especially when the firemen got a call 5 minutes after they got there.  Of course the toddlers immediately started rumors, which Spawn picked up on...

me: So, what did you do at school today?
Spawn: The firemen were there.  But they got called away.  The guy was dead.
me: (hopeful) did you say there was a dad?
Spawn: nope.  Dead, Mom, he was dead.  They went to get him.
me: What?  Who?  ...um, maybe they were going to go put out a little fire in a tree...
Spawn: There was a dead guy.  In a burning house.
me: Maybe they were getting a cat out of a tree!
Spawn: maybe the dead guy was in a big building on fire.  Or maybe it was a house.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Forgotten lunchbox

Me: whoops, I think we left your lunchbox at Besa's house. We need to turn around to go get it.
Spawn: Oh no, don't forget my lunchbox or I will be hungry forever! 
Me: Found it.
Spawn: Hooray! Now I won't have to be hungry!

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Missing baby

A few days ago, Spawn (3 years old) was asking about the baby (10 weeks old), who was taking a nap.

Spawn: Where's the baby?
Me: Guess.
Spawn: Oh no.  Is he back in your tummy?!  This is really bad.
Me: No.  He is not welcome there.  He's upstairs taking a nap.
Spawn: Oh good, I was worried.

Chocolate milk

After I picked Spawn up from preschool one day, he asked if I would go through the McDonald's drive-thru to get him some chocolate milk.  (The only thing he likes at McDonald's is chocolate milk - score one for the parents!!)  We weren't anywhere near a McDonald's, so I said no, then somehow we got into a conversation of things he likes to eat.  One of Spawn's favorite activities is to sneak into the garden in the back yard (which is latched to keep out kids, dogs, and/or whatever else may try to wander in) to steal... broccoli.  Yep, broccoli.  Sometimes he sneaks in for "salad" (lettuce), too, but in the end he almost always ends up also eating broccoli, even if it's bolted (EW).

Anyway, we somehow ended up in this conversation:

Me: We're not going to McDonald's for chocolate milk.
Spawn: Why?
Me: Because it's far away, and there's nothing else there you like.
Spawn: Why?
Me: Because they don't have things you like.  What are some foods you like?
Spawn: I like broccoli and carrots and peas and apples and goldfish.
Me: those are some good choices.  What else do you like?
Spawn: ... but I don't eat everything.
Me: I've noticed.
Spawn: and I don't eat paint.
Me: that's probably for the best.
Spawn: and I don't eat cars or houses, because then they would be broken.
Me: ...
Spawn: and I don't eat people, because that would hurt them.
Me: good to know...

Sorry Mom

I (Mom) was putting Spawn to bed one night, when he called me "Dad."  Then he corrected himself: "Sorry, Mom, sometimes I confused you and Dad because you have the same... the same... um... the same teeth."

It's true.  We did both have braces.  And judging from Spawn's grill, he'll have the same teeth, too.  Sucker!!