Silliness

I thought I would remind myself how awesome little boys are by posting some of the things that have made me laugh lately.

Elijah pulled the last tissue out of the tissue box then exclaimed:
"Wow! Mom, I found a tissue in this empty tissue box!"

Gabe: "Mom, I think I drank too much water."
Me: "Why? Do you need to use the bathroom?"
Gabe: "No. My throat hurts."

We were at an evening family story time at the library when David John waved me over to where he was sitting. He then told me the following in a voice loud enough for the other parents in the back of the room to hear.
David John: "Mom, there was a booger hanging out of my nose."
Me: "Oh, can I get you a tissue? Or did you take care of it already?"
David John: "I taked care of it. I wiped it on the floor."
The librarian was wondering why all the parents started snickering. I was embarrassed to have to explain it to her when story time was over. Ah, the joys of parenting.


I've noticed Elijah complains a lot when you ask him to clean up. I think part of the problem may be that he is experiencing deja vu. We recently had this conversation:
Me: "Elijah, your plate and cup are still sitting on the table."
Elijah: "No they aren't."
Me: "Yes they are, sweetie. Can you please come put them in the sink?"
Elijah: "Again?!? I keep putting them in the sink and then someone puts them back on the table!"
What is really amazing is that whoever puts them back on the table also gets the leftover food out of the garbage and puts it back on the plate. That is one thorough prankster.


David John started preschool this year. He is generally doing well, although he's been having some issues at the playground. One day he ran away several times, and on another day he had an accident. Since he didn't see any access to a bathroom, he decided just to go in his pants instead of asking a teacher to take him inside. Every day when I pick him up from school I ask him how it went and if he was good. He often says things like this.
"I was very good at school."
"Oh, really? Your teacher said you had a hard time staying with the class."
"That was at the park. I was naughty at the park. I runned away. But I was very good at school."

When Gabe and Elijah were 12-18 months old, we often compared them to Pinky and the Brain. It seemed, to us anyway, that Gabe was always coming up nefarious schemes and Elijah was his willing helper to execute them. I almost laughed out loud this week when I heard Gabe say this to Elijah as they were working on a duplo structure together: " 'Lijah, you thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?"

I made lomein for dinner one night, and David John had eaten everything except the yellow bell peppers. We asked him to please try one.
"I can't!", pointing to each piece of pepper in turn, "That one too small, that one too big, that one too skinny, see?"
We made our little Goldilocks take a bite anyway. He actually liked it just fine and ate three more. They were "just right".

Poor Benjamin had a pretty bad diaper rash. Marc looked over while I was changing his diaper and said, "Oooh. Is his bum all broken up?" Elijah immediately became very concerned. "What?!? Benjamin's bum is broken? How?"

I noticed some new scribbles all over the desk in our guestroom. I said, "David John! Did you draw all over this? I am not a big fan." He said, "Yeah. You are not a big fan. You are a little fan?"

I walked out of the kitchen for a minute while the boys were eating breakfast one morning and when I came back there was a loud, heated argument going on. I finally was able to get the shouting to subside and then they explained what the problem was. They had been singing a song with the following lyrics:
"We're marching over the hills, through the rain and the mud and the puddles. We're marching over the hills, and we're going to the school."
David John suggested that the people in the song would then go INTO the school, while the twins were contending that the marchers would go AROUND the school. The disagreement nearly came to blows. Who knew prepositions could engender such passion?

Yesterday morning Gabriel was putting Elijah through a rigorous test of Star Wars trivia. Keep in mind, they have never actually seen Star Wars. They have checked out books from the library, seen some You Tube clips and watched a few of the Clone Wars cartoon episodes with Daddy. Somehow, even with this limited exposure they already have a wealth of Star Wars knowledge. I heard questions like this:
"Who is more than 100 years old?" "Chewbacca!" "Right."
"I am thinking of someone small and green..." "Yoda!" "Good job."
"Who has a blue light saber?" "Um, Anakin and Asoka."
Sometimes, Elijah didn't get it right and Gabriel would get frustrated. (To be fair, sometimes his clues were off anyway.) He would then exclaim things like this:
"Forget it! Don't you know Dooku?"
"Agh! No! Haven't you heard of Boba Fett?"
Oh my, they start so young.