Thriller

We were in the van shen Michael Jackson's Thriller came on the radio. We heard the first few seconds, with the creepy sounds and howling, and Nathan pipes up.

"This song should be on Kids Place Live! It sounds fun!"

Forever Young...I mean OLD...I mean...

I was looking through our blog and came to the pictures of my sisters and I standing together at Tami's wedding reception. Alex got all excited when she discovered I was in the picture, and I decided to see how many of her aunt's names she could remember (we don't live near any of them). I started with my sister, Suzie, who is one year younger than me.

I pointed and asked Alex who it was, and she said, "Grandma!" Don't worry Suzie, you don't really look like a grandma!

Learning Vocabulary

Our Lincoln Logs came with a little horse with a cowboy that Alex loves.

I told her what they were called. She repeated, "Horse," with no problems. When I said, "Cowboy," she shook her head. She said, "No, it not cow!"

Sick

Sick

by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

***
We were eating breakfast this morning. We had been talking about how we only had a few chores to do because we did a lot of them yesterday. The conversation then moved on to other things, when Nathan piped up.

"My tummy hurts!"

Dad said, "Why does it hurt?"

Nathan replied, "I don't know...but I don't think I can clean up."

Nice try, Nathan!

Showing Off What He Learned in Kindergarten

We were driving on University Avenue in Provo last night. It was around 6pm. It was 70 degrees outside, overcast, and rain was imminent.

We passed a sign advertizing a pool party at Seven Peaks Waterpark for 9pm that night. I commented that they sure didn't have good weather for their pool party.

Then Nathan reads the sign and pipes up, "Those guys do not know their seasons! It's not summer yet!"

Shocking

Nathan was reading over my shoulder this morning when I was perusing ksl.com when he saw the article about a dad who used a dog's shock collar on his kids (http://www.ksl.com/?nid=333&sid=6397103). The boys were, of course, concerned about such a thing. I explained that the dad did a naughty thing and is in trouble. They wanted to know where it happened, so I told them Oregon (it was in Salem, OR).

Nathan got this horrified look on his face, and knowing what he was thinking, I said, "Don't worry, it wasn't Scott."

To which a still very concerned Nathan replied, "Was it Lisa?

Mmmmm....McNuggets

Nathan at the McDonald's in Burns, Oregon:

"They take little chickens and put this stuff on them and cook them and that's how we get chicken nuggets."