Sept 25th:
Just had a lengthy
conversation with Schmoo in which he made it clear that I was not to ask any
questions at back to school night. Then we talked about what the word "backfire"
means.
Sept 29th:
I said something to Schmoo that made him laugh really hard and while doing so he tooted. He stopped
and said, "now that's laughing gas!" Oh my life with
boys.
Oct. 9th:
In other news, Schmoo
has decided that "there will be no more alliteration in this house. It sounds
rude to say two of the same sounds in a row." Honey let him know there will be no
more chocolate chips or pumpkin pie.
Oct. 10th:
Schmoo was trying to
convince us that he needed another snack before bed. I told him no, and Honey told
him that he should have eaten more of his dinner. Schmoo exclaims, "Dinner?
Dinner!?! That was at least 2 poops ago!"
Oct 20th:
Schmoo's bedtime
prayer tonight: "...and please bless me that I won't be scared by any
frightening visual illusions in my room or in my mind..." poor kid.
Oct 22nd:
Schmoo at the dinner
table tonight, "I will NOT eat this pasta unless I can have more brussel
sprouts." Ok, here you go you little weirdo.
Oct 23rd:
Telling Schmoo he
needed to take a shower. He said he didn't want one because he didn't have an
Eagles' loofah. Wtheck? Eagles? Loofah?
Oct 28th:
And tonight, "Mom,
I'm afraid I have a very sensitive uvula."
Nov 6th:
Schmoo is sitting
here talking about the Christmas presents that he thinks he's going to get. Honey
tells him, "there is an expression that says 'don't count your chickens before
they hatch'. Why do you think people would say that?" Schmoo answers, "well
because there could be 2 chickens in one egg." I am
dying!
Nov 8th:
We have new family
rules per Schmoo: 1) if Schmoo doesn't like it, nobody can like it. 2) you don't
tell 'the Schmoo' no. 3) Schmoo makes the rules. I just introduced Schmoo to the
concept of parental dictatorship and how his life could be so much worse :)
Dec 19th:
Schmoo was talking
about how strange one of my coworkers is. I asked him what he would do if he ran into him in a dark
alley.... "I'd turn on the light." Lol! Good
answer!
Dec 20th:
Granny and pawpaw
are in town. Schmoo was lobbying to get something that "everyone in his class
has." Granny asks, "if everyone was jumping off a cliff, would you do it too?" Schmoo asks, "why are people jumping off cliffs?"
Dec 24th:
It took 30 mins from
the time I pulled the covers over Schmoo til I could say goodnight and close the
door... He had that much he HAD to say about Christmas. My favorite part was
this question, "Mom, before you wake up, am I authorized to look at the presents
without opening them?" Oh my gosh I think Santa is going to have to wait a
loooong time before coming here. The excitement is too
cute.
Jan 8th:
Schmoo's thank you
cards are going to be delayed due to the fact that I made him erase any note
that began with "My mom made me write this."
