Jack [daily, months before his birthday]: For my birthday, I want a Thomas cake and lots of presents and a big Pokeball and a Thomas bed and to go to the Blue Fish Museum.
Jack [very serious]: Mommy, you are not going to turn into a snake. Okay?
Me: Okay.
Jack: Promise?
Me: Yes.
Jack [looking at the newspaper]: Why don’t those people have color?
Jack [daily, months before his birthday]: Mommy, am I going to the Blue Fish Museum for my birthday?
Me: Yes, Jack.
Jack [joyous]: Thank you, Mommy. I love you so much!
George went into the bathroom to check on Jack, who was in the tub. Jack had his pitcher ready to pour rinse-water over his head.
George: Would you like me to pour that on your noggin?
Jack: No. [Pause.] I’d like to be alone with my bath now. Go watch your movie, and I’ll be there in a minute. Okay?
George: Okay.
Jack [daily, weeks before his birthday]: For my birthday, I want a Thomas cake and lots of presents and a big Pokeball and a Thomas bed and to go to the Blue Fish Museum.
Jack [pitiful voice]: Mom, it’s not dark outside.
Me [perky voice]: No, it’s light out. It’s morning.
Jack [more pitiful voice]: I don’t WANT it to be light outside.
Nick [helpfully professorial]: It’s summer, Jack. The sun comes up earlier.
Jack: Noooooo!
Jack [daily, weeks before his birthday]: Mommy, am I going to the Blue Fish Museum for my birthday?
Me: Yes, Jack.
Jack [joyous]: Thank you, Mommy. I love you so much!
Jack [in trouble and forced by the Evil Mom Lady to go to bed 15 minutes early]: I don’t want to go to bed. I want to LIVE!!!!!
Family out on a walk around the neighborhood.
Jack: I’m taking these pine cones home.
George: No, you’re not.
Jack [rebellious]: Yes, I AM!!
Me and George [incredulous]: WHAT?
Jack [cute, sing-song voice]: Never mind.
Jack: Are you pouring your wine?
Me: Yes.
Jack: Mommy, do little boys drink wine?
Me: No. But you can smell it if you’d like.
Jack: Um, sure. [sniffs wine] Mmm. That smells good.
Me [incredulous]: Really?
Jack [very matter-of-fact]: Yes. I smell strawberries.
George [picking up his own glass and sniffing]: I get strawberries, too. Very impressive.
Jack: Mommy, do you promise you won’t turn into a snake and eat me.
Me: I promise, Jack.
Jack: Do things want to eat me?
Me: No, nothing here wants to eat you. Why?
Jack: Because I don’t want you to turn into a snake.
At Kroger a week before his birthday, Jack sees a Ben 10 cake and enters a frenzy of joy.
Jack: Mommy, I want a Ben 10 cake for my birthday!
Me: Don’t you want a Thomas cake like always? You love Thomas.
Jack: No, I definitely want a Ben 10 cake. It’s unusual for me.
George: Boys, we are taking Hoover for a W-A-L-K in ten minutes. Get your shoes on.
Jack: I don’t want to go!
George: This isn’t a choice. We’re going. Period.
Jack [angry]: I don’t like any periods. I hate periods!
Me: I hate periods, too! But we’re going on a W-A-L-K anyway.
Jack [twenty times the day before his birthday]: Mommy, am I going to the Blue Fish Museum for my birthday?
Me: Yes, Jack.
Jack [joyous]: Thank you, Mommy. I love you so much!
Jack [on the morning of his birthday]: Mommy, am I going to the Blue Fish Museum for my birthday?
Me: Yes, Jack.
Jack [joyous]: Thank you, Mommy. I love you so much!
Jack [from the back seat of the car on the way to the Blue Fish Museum]: Mommy, where are we going?
Me: The Blue Fish Museum.
Jack [astounded]: Really, Mommy? Oh, thank you. I love you so much! I am so HAPPY!
I L-O-V-E these little tidbits of Jack-Speak. He is such an imaginative child. Thank you for sharing his language with us. I enjoy listening to him speak.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I loved his picture from yesterday. He is such a lovely child and has the most beautiful, expressive eyes. You should be so proud of this little guy.
Marilyn in Texas
I thought on the way to the museum he was going to say he didn't want to go there after all--he wanted to LIVE.
ReplyDeleteStill laughing over the one about having to go to bed early!
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