I think we have reached a peak of hilarity.
At dinner after Daddy returned from an overnight trip to Alabama... "Daddy, what continent did you go to on your trip?"
"I love you Mommy. I love your foot, your chest, your legs, everything about you."
"I'm too tired to sit in the stroller. I need to walk."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" After Lucas asked this, Chris said, "I don't know. What are you thinking?" Then Lucas drew a blank.
My mom (Mia) told Lucas a story about two nice mice, Pixie and Dixie, living in a hole in the wall and coming out occasionally to get cheese and get chased away by Jinx the cat. Lucas listened with a serous face. After the story was over, he said emphatically "NO. They did not live in our house. They died." Jinx was allowed to be in the house, but Pixie and Dixie were not welcome.
And Lucas's latest potty story:
"When I get older, I'm going to put a sink here (pointing), here, here and here. There gonna be sinks everywhere. Then, I'm going to paint this (pointing to bathtub area) red and put rainbows all around. And paint emergency vehicles everywhere.
Soon, a child's mommy is going to die. And I'm going to get a DeLorean. (At first I thought these two happenings were unrelated and certainly unrelated to the bathroom renovation.) I'm going to drive and pick up the child that mommy died and take him home. He's going to sit in the bathtub and look up and see the rainbows (at this point he gasped in delight, imitating the joy-filled orphan.)"

Are you kidding me? Where does he get this stuff? I'm so glad you are taking note of all of these -- that last story of his about had me rolling on the floor.
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