Quotables: Little Dude
It’s an installment that’s been a long time coming, but has arrived nonetheless.
We’ve been eating a lot of Quinoa lately. It’s like couscous, but deliciouser. The other night we threw some no-sodium chicken broth in there which ended up tasting like poison. As Little Dude was pounding it down, we asked, “So how do you like it?”
“It’s so delicious, it breaks my heart.”
And not a second later: “What does break your heart mean?”
Lady Friend was preparing some peas for Little Dude who, apparently, needed some confirmation, “Peas make you go pee-pee, right?”
Little Dude’s been getting into dinosaurs lately and is pretty particular about the way they roar. He gave Lady Friend a recent reprimand, “Mama, you can’t play dinosaurs because you don’t sound like a dinosaur. You sound like a sick elephant.”
Lady Friend and Little Dude were out doing some yard work and discovering praying mantis egg sacks. As Lady Friend tried her hardest to induce labor, Little Dude was walking along the rocks in the back yard. He slipped and fell into the bushes. Lady-Friend ran over to see if he was ok, where he popped up, brushed himself off and said, “It’s all part of the plan.”
Little Dude enjoys flexing his muscle with some pooting now again. It’s surefire comedy, but you have to draw the manner line out somewhere. I guess. So after a blast of flatulent gusto, we took a moment to explain how, if a “little poot” ever happens when other people are around, Little Dude should say excuse me. “We have to when we let a humongous poot, too!”
Little Dude? Huge fan of his Mama. As we were eating dinner he looks up and says, “Mama, you look so beautiful it makes me want to hug and smooch you.” I must have looked dejected, as he loaded another one up: “Papa, you look so awesome. You like when I say that? I know you doooooooooo.”
Little Dude is growing. Last year’s summer t-shirts have become belly shirts. To compensate, Lady Friend ordered up a bunch of clearence stuff from Children’s Place. The box arrived yesterday and had an Irish soccer tee, complete with the obligatory shamrock. “This rock sham shirt is awesome, huh Papa?”
These are great! We love Joshie’s quotables. Makes us LOL.