Beth: [age 4] "I have a riddle for you."
Me: "Okay."
Beth: "What does nothing like to do?"
Me: "What does nothing like to do??"
Beth: "Yes."
Me: "Umm... I don't know."
Beth: [knowingly] "Nobody does. It's a riddle with no answer."
Dangerous
Luke: [age 7] "I know this looks dangerous, Dad, but don't worry: it's my kind of dangerous."
Songs of the Boy, Part 2

As I’ve previously posted, both of my kids sing a lot, but especially Luke (age 7). Here are some of the lyrics from recent songs. No, I don’t know how these pop into his head.

  • Toot toot your booty!  Boot boot your tooty!
  • I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my fart, down in my fart, down in my fart.
  • You can’t know what I don’t know, but I know what you don’t.
  • I never change my mind, yes I do, yes I do!  I always change my mind, no I don’t, no I don’t! [yes, this is still. happening.]
  • Tow truck, tow truck, it pulls a dead chicken.

Learn it from you
Me: "Hey, don't do [...]."
Luke: [age 7] "You know, when people tell me 'don't do something' I usually ask if they ever did it, and usually they say yes. So, did you ever do [...]?"
Me: "Yes, but --"
Luke: "So why are you telling me not to do it?"
Me: "So you don't have to learn the hard way that you shouldn't do it. You should learn it from me instead."
Luke: "What if I don't want to learn it from you?"
Me: "You'll learn one way or the other."
Holy Smokes!
[Scene: Luke, age 7, has been told consistently by his mother that she knows everything he does; I had already mentioned to her he had music class today]
Mom: "So how was music class today?"
Luke: "How did you know I had music class at school? I didn't tell you that."
Mom: "Oh, I just know everything you do."
Luke: "How can you know everything?"
Mom: "I just do. I'm your mother. I can see you wherever you are."
Luke: [in a challenging tone] "Oh yeah? So where was I today when it started to rain and we had to come inside?"
Mom: [matter-of-factly] "You were outside at recess."
Luke: [boggling] "HOLY SMOKES! How do you do that?!"