If you thought the last post was random, just wait til you read this one!
Susan says, "Some toddler's grandma made them for everyone, I think because they were going to read cat in the hat":
Josh, overcome by ennui:
Josh know exactly how to eat olives:
Sam with school chum Zach at a recent playdate:
You know, I can't recall why he was wearing a bucket on his head:
Below are some posts from Susan to facebook, for those who don't sit around all day watching for Susan's posts. Enjoy!
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Sam is reading to us from a chapter called "Very Bad Riddles."
Q: What's red and not there?
A: No tomato.
This actually made me laugh very hard.
Q: What's red and not there?
A: No tomato.
This actually made me laugh very hard.
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Yesterday:
Me: What did you have for a snack at Montessori today, Josh?
Josh: Snow plows.
Me: Snow plows?
Josh: Snow plows.
Today:
Me: How does spaghetti sound for lunch today, Josh?
Josh: NO. I want robots.
I'm starting to worry that he has an iron deficiency.
Me: What did you have for a snack at Montessori today, Josh?
Josh: Snow plows.
Me: Snow plows?
Josh: Snow plows.
Today:
Me: How does spaghetti sound for lunch today, Josh?
Josh: NO. I want robots.
I'm starting to worry that he has an iron deficiency.
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Me: Yes, I *know* you're almost going to miss the bus. That's why I've been nagging you for the past fifteen minutes.
Sam: What's "nagging"?
Me: That's when you tell someone to do something over and over and over in a really annoying way.
Sam: Well. That's not very nice.
Point missed.
Sam: What's "nagging"?
Me: That's when you tell someone to do something over and over and over in a really annoying way.
Sam: Well. That's not very nice.
Point missed.
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Sam: Say something to me, Mom. Say anything.
Me: What?
Sam: Just say anything.
Me: Nine times nine is eighty-one.
Sam: Rats! I'm trying to see if I can NOT hear you even when I know you're talking to me.
Me: Um, I'm pretty sure you do that all the time, Sam.
Sam: Say something else. I want to try again.
Me: Eight times nine is seventy-two.
Sam: MAN this is hard.
Me: What?
Sam: Just say anything.
Me: Nine times nine is eighty-one.
Sam: Rats! I'm trying to see if I can NOT hear you even when I know you're talking to me.
Me: Um, I'm pretty sure you do that all the time, Sam.
Sam: Say something else. I want to try again.
Me: Eight times nine is seventy-two.
Sam: MAN this is hard.
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I'm enjoying Sam's enjoyment of piano so much! Right now he loves the A minor scale because it's creepy and sounds Egyptian.
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Last night Josh and I were outside and he looked up and saw the moon. "Oh, the moon!" he said. "It's cucumber! Cucumber moon!"
I guess he thought it looked like a giant white slice of cucumber (his favorite veggie). But doesn't it sound like a good old southern expression? "There's going to be a cucumber moon tonight, Ma..."
I guess he thought it looked like a giant white slice of cucumber (his favorite veggie). But doesn't it sound like a good old southern expression? "There's going to be a cucumber moon tonight, Ma..."
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Sam cracks me up. Smart, honest, and probably unintentionally hilarious.
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