Do You Want Fries with That?

We were having lunch with Daddy at the Creamery on 9th. They have several kinds of fries: plain, garlic, cracked black pepper, and spicy.

Nathan wanted to order for himself.

Nathan: I want a corndog and some fries.

Cashier: What kind of fries do you want?

Nathan: French.

Been watching too much Sci-Fi?

We were at the This Is the Place Heritage Park. Nathan leaned over to Matt and whispered,

"Daddy, were pioneers human?"

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

We were talking at the dinner table. I was telling Matt about something and used the phrase "put a bug in his ear." Nathan's eyes got wide and exclaimed, "A bug in his ear??!!?

We explained that it is a phrase that means that you give someone something to think about. Nathan thought about it and said, "I have a big bug in my ear, because I can't stop thinking about Bolt!"

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!