Quotables: Joshua 9.15.07
Today, Joshua is sick and throwing up, which is very sad. He just cries these big sad cries and says, “That is not funny.” and “I never, never, never, like throwing up.” I feel your pain, little guy. Personally, I’d rather take a colonoscopy or a punch to the privates. At least you know they’re one and out.
Joshua was looking at his scripture readers the other day and began singing, “I am a Child of God”. Of course, I’m busting with parental pride, “That’s my boy! He’s learning it!”
“I am a child of God. And He has sent me…To blast off!”
Oh.
We were grocery shopping last week and took a trip to the dairy aisle to get a gallon of milk. As I walked to the end of the aisle to get Skim, I hear Joshua call out, “No worries! I got it!” as he hefts the nearest 2% off the shelf, straining, “I got it, Papa. I got it…”
We made Chinese Chicken Salad the other night and were having a hard time getting Joshua to eat it. “I don’t like crunchy noodles!”
And, suddenly realizing how much like Mom we sound, we’re pleading, “It has chicken and carrots…” (naturally, as it always did with us, it fails)
“I don’t like them!”
So then it’s stern time. “Fine. Then you don’t get cookies.”
And just as quickly….“Oh! I LOVE carrots!”
Trying to get Joshua to go pee before his little bladder does an impression of an overfilled water balloon meeting with Mr. Concrete can be a chore. But the other day he was trying so hard to get something going as he stood over the toilet, hips pushed out and commanding, “Go! Goooooo! Squirt! Gooooo!”
