“Why does Westley smell like pancake syrup?”
“Well, I think maybe he could have gotten some on him when he was like, walking on the table and then he might have accidentally licked my plate that I forgot to put in the sink.”
Posts Tagged ‘evan’
Evan: “How old were you when you ate chocolate covered ants for the first time?”
Me: “I have never eaten chocolate covered ants.”
Evan: “I was thinking about chocolate covered ants. When they kill the ants, the ants get all bloody. Then, they put chocolate on top of bloody ants. So really, you are eating chocolate covered ants AND ant blood.”
Me: “I never actually thought about how chocolate covered ants are made.”
Evan: “They trick you into eating ant blood. That’s gross.”
Me: “It does sound gross.”
Evan: “I don’t want to eat ant blood. Ever.”
Me: “I will never ask you to eat ant blood.”
Evan: “I love you Mommy.”
Evan: “I love you so much I had to write your name.”
Me: “Thank you. I love you, too. Can I see your writing?”
Evan: “Sure. It’s in the bathroom. I wrote it on the counter, but I used your toothpaste cause you don’t like it when I waste mine.”
“When I grow up, I’m gonna be a cool dude rapper with lots of girls liking me.”
Since he was a toddler, the child who is so pale he gets a sunburn while fully clothed has pointed at male teens and twenty-somethings with dark skin and loudly declared them to be cool dudes. I never corrected him. Teenagers and young adults ARE cool.
I don’t know when he decided he is going to BE black. I do know that my efforts to explain to him that skin color isn’t a choice were met with complete disbelief.
I think my children conspire to come up with ways to perplex me.