Things They Say: Boy Bands, Problem Solving, and a Medical Vocabulary Lesson.

Charlie on patients.

Charlie: A "patient" at the doctor is a dead body.


Charlie's only criteria for a new house.

Charlie (watching a moving truck be unloaded next door): What's a moving truck for?
Me: When you move to a new house, you put all your furniture and your toys and your clothes in it, and the moving truck takes it to the new house.
Charlie: Hahaha! All our skinny, skinny toys!??
Me: Yeah.
Charlie (conspiraitorily): How about we move to a house with a security camera? How awesome would THAT be?


Perilous hobbies.

Charlie: Are you going to sew next week?
Me: Hmmm, I'm not sure.
Charlie: Or are you going to yarn?
(Yarn means crochet or knit.)
Me: Maybe I'll "yarn."
Charlie: Yeah! That doesn't sound very dangerous!


The eternal problem of boy bands.

Listening to a One Direction song in the minivan.

Charlie: I know if this is a boy or a girl: IT'S A GIRL.


The final frontier.

Charlie: If I ever go to the galaxy, I'm going to wear shoes so my feet don't get burned.

Juliette's catch twenty-two.

The computer is in our kitchen, right next to the kitchen table. This has made it necessary to make some ground rules about when the kiddos can/can't disturb mom & dad while we work. A few days ago Steve was on kid-duty while I did a rundown of the budget, and Squish was conflicted. She knew that only mom could give her what she wanted, but she could also see that I was technically unavailable.

She came up to me as I was typing, wrapped her chubby toddler fingers around my arm and leaned in to whisper veeeeery quietly (so as not to disturb me?): "Mommy, I need a banana."

[More things they've said.]