Quotables: Little Dude
Little Dude remains awesome. Sure, the 4-year-old attitude and the penchant for playing “lemme see where this boundary is” can be old, but the kid has been inspiring quotables at a gusher rate– a rate I’ve only been able to note a few times with these:
The other day Little Dude was being sassy and said he wanted me and Lady-Friend to leave and that he wanted to not obey and be bad– especially Lady-Friend. I totally called his bluff and said, “Fine, me and Mama will just leave you alone and go jump in a lake.” He quickly changed his mind, but apparently, what he said was really weighing on him as he called Lady-Friend in before he went to bed. “Mama, I never want to do something bad and I love you more than Papa loves me and you love me. I don’t want you to go into the lake because it’s muddy and you can sink.”
So maybe you heard, but we have a new addition with Little Sis. While Little Dude is really good with her, he’s not quite sure what to do when the crying can’t get fixed. That happens a lot when Little Sis is strapped into her car seat. Unfortunately for Little Dude, he’s right next to her. One a recent trip she’d calmed down for a while, but then decided patience was overrated and let us know she WASN’T HAVING IT ANY MORE. As she wound up, Little Dude says, “Good Grief! This is why I don’t like babies.”
We pray. Our Little Dude does too… and that’s where we continue to get tons of insight into his awesome little personality: “Please help Mama to like spiders and not push them out of the house.”
After playing with his cousins earlier in the day, Little Dude was concerned: “Please bless Emily [Peterson] to take the thing out that was pokey from the weed out of Samuel’s foot. Please bless her to be good and for it to be safe.”
You know you’ve wondered it… Little Dude asked it: “I don’t like my mosquito bites. Why did You make mosquitoes?”
As we were snuggling up for bed, Little Dude had been quiet long enough for me to think he was asleep when suddenly he rolled over and asked, “Papa. Where does President Monson Live?”
“Salt Lake.”
“We should go visit him sometime.”
Since playing outside most of the day yesterday, Little Dude had been drinking water nonstop. That kind of thing usually leads to a big wet puddle in the middle of the bed the next morning, so I was putting the kebosh on more water requests. “Papa, you need to get me some icy water or I’m gonna die! You need water or you die!” Can’t argue with that.
In other news, the bed was dry this morning.
Wonderful, classic, and what a kid!
Oh how I wish I had my own Joshua to enjoy everyday. What a sweet, funny kiddo.
I always laugh when I read his quotables. He’s so funny.
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