Kids sure do say the darnest things. Trevor definitely does. My days with him are nothing but chopped full of excitement. Here are just a few of the conversations that have taken place lately.
I was downstairs finishing up on the treadmill one morning and Mr. T was patiently waiting in the doorway. He points to the air hockey table that is down there.
T: Those are hockey sticks.
Me: How did you know that?
T: Grandma told me 'cause John and Carrie like hockey.
M: What else did Grandma tell you?
T: You wouldn't want to know.
Grandma, what are you teaching my little man!!
Trevor and I were sitting down for lunch. He started talking (not sure what it was about) and asked a question.
Me: I'm not sure Trevor.
T: I wasn't talking to you.
M: Well, who you were talking to?
T: Myself, duh!
(I know ask first if he's talking to me before answering a question.)
A few days before Thanksgiving, we went in for our Christmas family pictures. The photographer had taken pictures of the family and then the kids. Ray and I had wanted some pictures of just the 2 of us. On the last photo, she told us to kiss.
T: But they are already married!
Friday we were making cookies and I was scooping the batter into a container to put in the frig to bake the cookies later.
T: Can I help you put it in there?
M: Trevor, I'm not sure where those fingers have been.
T: That's good 'cause I was just picking my nose with them. (Then proceeds to pick again.)
By this point, I'm hunched over laughing and there may have been a few snorts to go along with it.
On Monday afternoon, we were downstairs and he found the nativity scene.
T: Mom, what are the names of the 3 wisemen?
M: Trevor, I'm not really sure.
T: Why not?
M: I'm not sure if ever says.
I proceed to tell him that tomorrow is Tuesday and we were going to the church to clean and he could go ask Pastor Steve. (He did and I'll be sure to ask Steve on Sunday how that conversation went.)
With most of the conversations we have, he states stuff in his "matter-of-fact" face not laughing or giggling as he says it. I think that's what makes it so funny.
Oh, and Miss G joins in to.
I was in the kitchen the day after Thanksgiving warming up leftovers from Thursday lunch. Ham, turkey, mashed potatoes and corn just like what we had the previous lunch.
G: Mom, something smells like I'm not going to like it for lunch.
M: Gretchen, it's exactly what we had yesterday for lunch.
G: I'm not sure I'm going to like it.
She ate lunch just fine that day.
Never a dull moment in a houseful of kids!!
