Like most people who have little kids will tell you, they can say the craziest things sometimes. My kids are no different. They are always making some off the wall and usually funny comment. It also seem that the crazy second child, Greyson, is the biggest culprit. I decided this past week I was going to immediately jot down in my phone anything good that they said so I wouldn’t forget it. I’m notoriously bad about thinking I will remember later what they said and then forgetting. But this week I was good and wrote them down in my phone right away. Here are the best quotes from the Smith household from last week. Continue reading Funny things my kids said this week
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Kid Speak: Junk Food
My second born, the three-year old, is a walking soundbite. Sometimes I have a difficult time remembering all the crazy things he’s said throughout the day to repeat them later. He’s also so animated and has such great delivery that sometimes simply repeating his word doesn’t do the situation justice. Last night at dinner he provided two particularly memorable moments. Continue reading Kid Speak: Junk Food
Kid Speak: Help
On occasion I send the kids out into the fenced-in back yard to run around and play while I get dinner ready in the kitchen and watch them through the large bay windows. I usually open one of the windows so I can keep a better ear out for anything that might be going on.
It is not uncommon to hear crying and one child yelling out that another isn’t sharing some toy or another. But, this one particular day while I am preparing dinner I turn my back to the window and happen to hear a child screaming “Help, Help”
Now a cry is one thing, a cry means the damage has already been done. I can only offer comfort at best at that point. But a cry for help is a completely different thing all together. A cry for help means danger is imminent but hasn’t happened yet and I might be able to stop it. I instantly dropped what I was doing and sprinted out the back door not even pausing to look out the window first.
I threw open the door and sprinted out into the yard to begin my visual sweep and assess the situation. I just knew that there wasn’t a moment to lose. Then I looked up. I saw my child in trouble. I stopped running. My three year old looks up at me and with deep concern in his voice calls out:
“Help, Help. This thing is stuck on me and it made my pants fall off!”
“Umm, yeah buddy, I’ll help you out. Just let daddy get his camera first….”
Kid Speak: That’s cold
My kids seem to enjoy any trip that gets them out of the house. The grocery store is no different. I’m eternally grateful to BJ’s Wholesale Club for having a decent stock of family friendly shopping carts. These carts have a double-seater race car on the front and two standard kid seats up near the handle. This allows me to put all 4 of my kids into the cart in proper seats.
My kids are constantly chattering about something, saying hello six or seven times to every person that passes and incessantly asking me for every toy and sweet that we pass. I’ve gotten pretty good at blocking out all their noise. But this morning my 3 year old was so excited about something that I had to pause and find out exactly what it was he was so fired up about.
I leaned around the front of the cart and asked him to repeat what he was saying. With all the excitement of Christmas Morning his eyes lit up as he pointed across the store and through an anticipatory shiver he yelled out:
“Can we go into that Burrrry Thing?!”
I just smiled at him. I could learn a thing or two from him about enjoying the simple things in life.
“Yes, son, we can go into the walk-in cooler”
Kid Speak: Looking Older
When I venture to the playground with my 4 kids I have to have my head on a constant swivel. The youngest isn’t mobile yet but the other 3 run around like lunatics. It seems they have an unspoken rule that they will be the furthest away from each other as possible at all times. This makes it extra challenging to keep an eye on them and I’m always thankful when I have an extra set of eyes helping me watch.
This one particular Saturday my brother-in-law volunteered to go with me and the kids to check out a park nearby that we had never been to. As per usual, the 3 kids each proceeded to go do something far away from the others. At least I had my brother-in-law to help out. This playground was designed for kids ages 5-12 so I was grateful to have the help in watching the kids as there were some elements where they could have gotten hurt.
One such element was a giant boulder/wall that doubled as a bridge between two other platforms. It was a unique setup that I’ve never seen before. It was cool but it also provided an excellent opportunity for someone to fall off a 4 foot high rock. I had been watching my 5 year old go back and forth across it several times and began to get comfortable with him being up there. That’s when out of the corner of my eye I saw him hop from one side to the other on one foot.
Not wanting him to take that risk again I walked over to him and asked him what that one footed hop was all about. He looked at me, got real serious for a moment, leaned in and very matter-of-factly told me:
“What I’m trying to do is make myself look like a big kid so people don’t think I’m 5, so they think I’m 6, or maybe even 7.”
Oh to be a kid again. I just smiled and held his hand and calmly replied:
“Well, what I’m trying to do is look like a good Dad and keep you from breaking your arm. So could you please not do that again?”
“Ok, dad”
Kid Speak: Calling out Mom
One of the highlights of my day is when one of my children say something unexpected or funny. So often these little nuggets are full of wisdom, not always mind you, sometimes it’s just down right silliness. Either way it is usually a wonderful glimpse into the mind of a child and a reminder of what it once was to view the world through the innocent eyes of childhood.
I’m not sure how much wisdom is in today’s quote, or even truth for that matter but it sure is funny.
After a short trip to the store my 3 year old, Greyson, and I had the following conversation:
Greyson: “Daddy, can we go to Chik-fil-a, eat, play on the playground then go home and take a nap? Does that sound like a good plan?”
Me: “Well it is a good plan but we’re going to save money and eat at home.”
Greyson: “But mommy can waste money.”
Me: “Oh? She can? Who said that?”
Greyson: “Mommy!”
