My little guy Ike is a bit of a character. Sometimes he says weird things, as kids tend to do. My friends and family get a laugh out of it when I post quotes from him on Facebook, so today is his day on the blog. Enjoy. (For reference, Ike was five years old for most of these. I don’t have time to search farther back on Facebook. Simon was seven or eight)
Ike: “Mom, I’m goin’ upstairs, you stay here.”
Me: “Why, what are you doing?”
Ike: “NUFFIN’ YOU NEED TO WORRY ABOUT.”
(I was VERY worried.)
Ike: “Simon! I can’t sleep with you crying!”
Me: “You could show some sympathy…”
Ike: “Simon, you’re wearin’ socks and you feet are gonna get stinky.”
Ike: “Well, I don’t know what symmafee is.”
Ike: “I got celery juice in my eye! It’s ok, it feels good… No, wait. Nope, it feels bad.”
Ike: “Mommy? Mommy? Mommy-mommy.”
Me: “Stop saying mommy, please.”
Ike: “Mommy mommy.”
Me: “Hey, what did I say?”
Ike: “I meant the ones with the toilet paper wrapped around them. Mummies. I just say that now. You can’t be mad.”
Actual conversation re: summer camp:
Me: So you think you might want to go to camp?
Simon: How long would it be?
Me: Looks like it would be–
Ike: I want to go on a train!
Me: Yes, later. Four nights.
Simon: I’d miss you.
Ike: Where’s the train?
Me: There IS no train.
Simon: *looks at pamphlet* How old do kids have to be? When is it?
Ike: I’ll go!
Me: You’re too young, baby.
Ike: *slams head into table* I’M TOO YOUNG TO GO ON THE TRAIN?!
Me: No! You can go on the train when we go to Ontario. That’s not what we’re talking about. We’re talking about Simon and camp.
Simon: Sounds like fun. I want to go. But I don’t want to go in a canoe, because the Titanic made me scared of boats.
Ike: But not TRAINS!
Ike: “Mommy, you are NOT the boss! You’re the queen.”
I can live with that. 🙂