Neighbor comes to front door.
Neighbor: The dome light's on in your car again.
Me (sarcastically, to Colin): You wouldn't know any little boys who do that, now, do you?
Colin (not understanding sarcasm): Yes I do. I do it all the time.
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Neighbor (above neighbor's wife) is talking to Colin.
Neighbor: Do you play nice with Sissy?
Colin: No.
Neighbor: You don't play nice with Sissy?
Colin: No, not "Sissy", it "Baby Hayden". You not speak Engwish.
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Neighbor is still talking to Colin.
Neighbor: Where are you going?
Colin: To Michael's, and to coffee.
Neighbor: Coffee? You're not going to drink coffee, are you? You're too young!
Colin: No, I get banina milk.
Neighbor: Oh, vanilla milk! Who drinks coffee?
Colin: Mommy, Daddy, Grandpa. But Grandpa, he not like coffee all the time. He like wine.
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We're listening to music, and Colin hears the opening strains of Muse's "Starlight".
Colin: Mommy, 'member this song? He say, "Far away... far away...."
Mommy: You like this song?
Colin: I do. It have a beat. You can dance to it.
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Colin (singing in shower): "Mais si je t'aime, si je t'aime..."
Me (to hubby): Is he singing "Habanera" from "Carmen"?
Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Colin blinding me with language
Um... what?
Colin: Mommy, Baby Hayden so smart. And she so pretty. She almost too young, but she smile at me.
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Oh well, I didn't want to discuss mochacide with a three-year-old anyway...
Colin (looking at the ceiling): Mommy, someone throw coffee beans up there!
Me (seeing brown splatters on the high ceiling): Either that or somebody's mocha exploded.
Colin: No, they want to recycle their beans.
Note: we always discuss about how - amazingly - Peet's Coffee doesn't have recycling receptacles. Perhaps he imagined an adult having some kind of fit...
Colin: Mommy, Baby Hayden so smart. And she so pretty. She almost too young, but she smile at me.
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Oh well, I didn't want to discuss mochacide with a three-year-old anyway...
Colin (looking at the ceiling): Mommy, someone throw coffee beans up there!
Me (seeing brown splatters on the high ceiling): Either that or somebody's mocha exploded.
Colin: No, they want to recycle their beans.
Note: we always discuss about how - amazingly - Peet's Coffee doesn't have recycling receptacles. Perhaps he imagined an adult having some kind of fit...
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
No way! Waaaaay.
Overheard at the park... a preschool-aged boy shouts out to his 60-ish, foreign-born nanny.
Boy: Tina! I did it myself! For real.
Tina (bemused): "For real"?
Boy: Yeah, oh, sorry - for reals.
Boy: Tina! I did it myself! For real.
Tina (bemused): "For real"?
Boy: Yeah, oh, sorry - for reals.
Monday, November 17, 2008
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