me: Check out this picture I saw on Facebook! Haha.
Jack: Liquids take the shape of the container they’re poured into. Therefore cats are liquid.
Sh*t My 6-Year-Old Says (but he's 18 now)
I started this blog when Jack was only 5 years old! And, still, I can't make this sh*t up!
me: Check out this picture I saw on Facebook! Haha.
Jack: Liquids take the shape of the container they’re poured into. Therefore cats are liquid.
me: Don’t feed the cats, I already did.
Jack: I know.
me: How do you know, you just got down here?
Jack: You just told me.
So, no power day 2. It’s fun for awhile just because of the novelty. Then, eh, I want eggs!! Or anything hot to eat. We had cereal last night. We took a vote and neither one of us wanted to prepare anything different.
We have the fridge hooked up to the generator. And a lamp. Coffee will be in soon. Luckily I have hot water! Yay! I’m wondering if the hair dryer will work on this rats nest of extension cords?? Now… Why does my phone auto correct ‘rats nest’ to ‘ears nears’? Sheesh.
The power decided to blip off just as we completed one section of Jack’s homework (though he doesn’t have school due to the storm). It’s a cardboard turkey that we decorated by gluing buttons on as the feathers. It looks really good. Jack picked out a football-shaped button to use as the eye, but we have to tie that one on.
Last night when we went to bed we left the football button on the counter. Of course this morning it was gone. Cats.
Jack: Mom the button isn’t here.
me: Look around. Probably on the floor?
Jack: Did you put it back in the container??
me: No. 10 bucks the kitties got it. Let’s search the floor.
Jack: I’ll take that bet! … Oh here it is!!! Hand over the 10 bucks lady!
me: I don’t think you understood the bet. I bet YOU 10 bucks that the cats played with the button. You say no way, I’ll take that bet, meaning you don’t agree with me. So because I was right, you actually owe ME 10 bucks. Get it?
Jack: I only take bets when they’re not stupid.
Jack: Bella will always ALWAYS sniff my finger if I show it to her.
me: She’s sniffing for food right?
Jack: Yeah, she won’t lick it but she’s trying to see if I ate anything good, like Italian food.
me: You think Bella likes Italian food?
Jack: Of course she does! She’s Italian!
me: An Italian cat? Hmmm…why do you think she’s Italian? Because her name’s Italian?
Jack: (gives me a weird look like I have 2 heads) Uh Noooooo….because we found her behind Marisa’s restaurant? That’s why!
me: Gotcha.
Jack: We should make her some spaghetti.
I guess we’ll call this a catch up day.
Jack: Mom is anyone looking?
me: No, why?
Jack: (starts rocking out)
You may remember our 2nd caterpillar “Basil”? (scroll down a bit) If not, shame on you. Go catch up on your reading. So, our first caterpillar was Chewbacca… all brown and fuzzy, then he turned into Princess Leia the fluffy white moth. And now we have Darth Vader. I’m just along for the ride on the naming conventions.
Jack: This is like a totally different moth!
me: Remember, the caterpillar was totally different too. He was all smooth, and …
Jack: Okay I’m done, let’s release it…
me: Sheesh.
me: Jack, hey look at this bug. Or beetle. I’ve never seen this kind before.
Jack: It’s a milkweed bug.
me: I don’t know… I’ll have to look it up.
Jack: It’s definitely a milkweed bug. I raised one from a nymph stage.
me: (Who is this kid??) Well, yeah, that might be true, but I’m still not sure if that’s what this bug is. (trying to save face as a parent…)
And we wonder why our neighbor calls him Bigfoot. Geez.
Jack: Why did you buy the cats a new climber? They don’t even use the things they already have!??
me: You’re confusing that argument with something else. You usually say that about me. And shoes. Rememer?
Jack: Oh yeah. You didn’t buy MORE shoes did you??
me: MYOB.
Jack: Very funny.