ah, labels....

J the elder has decided he wants to be a Native American for Halloween. I have to admit, DH and I were not sure how to handle this; we don't want to be buying into any stereotypes or anything like that. We finally decided, what the heck, he does not even know the stereotypes! Anyway, the lastest hilarity stems from that.
J: I want to go to Africa and be an African American, can we go there someday?
Me: (trying to think of someway to explain ethnicity to a 4 year old)So, you want to be an American in Africa?
J:Yes! Can I wear my Native American costume when I am there?

ah, anatomy!

Overhead after bath time.
J the elder asked his father why girls did not have penises. I have always just said girl's don't need penises.
Anyway, tonight J asked why girls do not have penises, and his father answered "because they have vaginas"
J: what do vaginas do?
DH: The same thing penises do.
J: I want a vagina!

Adventures in dining

A favorite place to go to a treat is the Colville Stree Patisserie. We don't get there often, but we will often follow a visit to Sweet Basil Pizzeria with dessert at Patisserie. J the elder loves macaroons. Who knew. Last time we were there, he proclaimed: "These macaroons are like hamburger with chocolate in the middle!"

kidspeak

Poskeetos=mosquito
Passatree=Patisserie

lessons in human anatomy

Conversation overheard at bedtime between DH and J the elder:
J: Daddy, can I wear my penis to bed?
DH: (laughter barely contained) Why, yes you can! It doesn't come off.

what did you say?

A few months ago, our dog ate some chocolate covered almond and then proceeded to throw up said almonds. Multiple times. After cleaning up one of these messes, I told J the elder that he needed to stay away from that area of the rug, because there were chemicals on the floor.
A few evenings later, J looked at me very seriously and asked, "Mommy, are there still testicles on the floor?" Once I recovered from shock and figured out what he had meant, I was happy to reported that there were no longer testicles on the floor.

Adjusting to being an older brother

Sometime in April 2009, conversation had while waiting in the car for DH. J the elder is 3 years old.
J: You are my mommy.
Me: Yes, I am and I am little J's mommy too.
J: No, you are only my mommy.
Me: Who is little J's mommy?
J: Daddy.

sheltand whales

J the elder has a imaginary sister named Emily. I think he is disappointed we are not having more children and only has a brother. He was telling me about how she lived near Disneyland with her mom and dad, and her dad had a pet whale. "It's a litte whale, a teeny tiny whale, a Shetland whale."
I was glad I was driving at the time, I could smirk, swallow a laugh, and managed to hide it.

how I got the name for this blog

9.2.2010
SE WA State Fair
Walla Walla WA

After J the elder INSISTED on riding the ferris wheel. He is 4. And generally rather cautious.
Dear Hubby: Oh, we're up really high, but it's okay, we are safe.
J: Yeah, mommy can't get us here.

By the way, he LOVED the ferris wheel.

overheard from the bathroom

J the elder: uno, dos, tres, nacho....