“When I marry, then I’ll have children. My wife will nurse them, and I’ll go to the dump.”
It’s good to set those expectations early.
“It’s just like a spider that lost five legs.”
Uh, yeah, kid. JUST like.
(For the uninitiated, these are GorillaPods.)
N to me tonight while cuddling in bed:
You did pretty good for someone who has a headache, or is insane and lives in an asylum.
N to T: NO WAY, JOSE. Go jump off a duck.
T to N: That’s silly, what you just said. And where is that duck anyway?
N to T: It’s invisible. That’s why you can’t see it. Go jump off it.
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N: What would be the fun of being alive if you couldn’t be obnoxious at least once a year?
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Peter: You can be polite, you know.
T: Woopsies, I forgot about that.
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T: See you soon, you big baboon!
Me: You’re the baboon.
T: No! Baboons have red bottoms. Actually they’re naked.
N, to me, holding a piece of hemp/silk charmeuse: If you could go back in time and you brought along some of this silk, then you could sell it for a lot of money. You’d be rich. That is, if someone didn’t kill you first.
5-y-o T: N, are you gonna die? Are you gonna die?
8-y-o N: I don’t know. But I know that you’re stuck to me.
T: And I can’t get away! Ha ha ha ha!
(later)
T: N, will you please read this to me? Will you please read this to me? READ THIS TO ME! … Read doesn’t mean play, it means read. Will you please read this to me?
N, running down the stairs chasing his brother: I’m combining technology with magic! Beep Beep Abracadabra! Beep Beep Abracadabra!
