J: My ears are pully. And my nose is beepy. (Then he socks himself in his nose.)
J, holding out his pinkie to Hubby: Can I put my pinkie-promise in your big belly button?
J to my mom: You’re the funniest guy!
J: EK, you’re the best and I love you.
J, while standing close to my face: What color are your eyes?
Me: What color do they look like?
J: I don’t know. I think they’re nice.
Tales from preschool…
EK gets a muffin and exclaims: Damn! That’s a big muffin!
J: I wanna give you a kiss on your back!
J, anytime I call him my little/baby boy: I’m a BIG boy! (Always in various degrees of indignance.)
EK’s lullaby she made up: Jesus, you love me, and all the people love you. And never fear! And we love you and you love me the best.
Proof that I’m a thirsty person and J doesn’t have much faith in my ability to do things one handed (like catch him when he’s catapulting off of a piece of furniture): J is always shouting at me to “Put your coffee down!” or “Put your water down!” or obviously beer or wine or whatever I’m holding. But you can bet he calls the drink by name.
Walking into the grocery store, all five of us holding hands…
J: Aw! This is my family!
When EK’s supposed to be asleep…
Me: You’re singing a little too loud since your brothers are sleeping. Could you sing a little more quietly till you fall asleep?
EK: Like this? *sings softly*
Me: That’s great! Good night!
EK: *genuine yawn* I’m tired.
Me: You could… ya know… go to sleep.
EK: Oh yeah!
EK, standing in a pillowcase: Mom, look! I’m a mermaid! A real one!
J, holding up five fingers: Look mom, my family!
Me: Yes! There are five of us!
J: (Holds up his thumb.) This one is Daddy. (Adds his index finger) This one is me.
Me: What are the rest of us?
J: I’m all done.
EK: J is eating tomatoes and then spitting them back in the bowl!
Me: Tell him that’s yucky and to please stop.
EK: He just keeps doing it! And I’m DONE of that.
Me: I usually say “done WITH that.”
Do your kids pick up on your phrases? What do your kids say that sounds a little (or a lot) like you?