Mr. Plug

After asking if we could take an appliance to MR. Battery (because they can fix anything), I tell Matthew "No, that doesn't have a battery.  It plugs in." 

"When I grow up, I'm going to open a store where you can take all the things that you can't take to Mr. Battery.  I'm going to call it Mr. Plug."

Just like Grandpa!

When we were at the hair salon Matthew first wanted a Mohawk style cut.  Then instead he said, "No, no--short on top and long on the sides--just like Grandpa's."

Out of the mouth....

These images were selected by Matthew to teach his new brother from Colombia what he needs to know:  a flag to teach him about his new country, an angel to teach him about God, an angry face to teach him how to deal with his anger and a wrapped present, to teach him that he is a gift from God, just like Matthew.  And, yes, he really did all this himself, showing me and explaining it all after he was done. 

Why not?

Boy Wonder comes running out from getting ready for bed and grabs a pot from the cabinet, drops it on the living room floor and starts tap-dancing around it.  "Watch this!" 
Dad says: "Wow--you should watch the dance scene from that movie, White Knights"
Mom shows it from youtube.  A remarkable imitation of Gregory Hinds follows for 15 minutes. 
Then Boy Wonder comes into the kitchen and says, "I need a dance court.  Is there a room in the house we're not really using? ..."  And then, IN complete seriousness. "How about if we move the laundry outside?" 
I, being a mom that goes to great lengths to appease her child and his endless imagination says,
"Uh-NO." 
IN complete seriousness: "Why not?"
I finished the day by delicately agreeing he was the "best dancer of our time" and still being truthful.

"Doin' Time"

Mom:  Did you talk about Thanksgiving today at school?

Yeah, we're doing time.

Good thing I had already read the teacher's daily update about them studying timelines.

How sweet it would be!

"Wouldn't it be great if sugar still tasted like sugar, but it had protein in it? "

The converse is true?

You know how we teach our young kids not to call their parents by our first names?  Apparently, the converse is true:

Dad to son:  Mom said she wanted you to do that later.
Son:  That's "Lynn"  to you!