Beckett was being silly tonight, so I said, "Oh Beckett, you are something else." He replied, "What am I? A lizard?!" Yeah Beckett... you're a lizard. LOL!
A few days ago, Beckett asked for milk. I said, "Milk from a cow?!" He said, "Nooooo, milk from the jug!"
Beckett has been not wanting to go to bed lately. Over the last few weeks, he has told me that he's scared of the dark, the light, and tree outside of his window. Tonight, he told me that he's scared of the air. I told him that it wouldn't help to go downstairs because air is downstairs, too. He informed me that downstairs air is not scary, only upstairs air is.
We went to Colorado in July. While we were there, we toured a mine. While we were waiting for the tour to start, I told Beckett that it was going to be time to go in the mine soon. He said, "It's yours?!" I said, "No, it's a mine." He said, "Yours?!" I finally stopped laughing enough to tell him that the place we were going was called a mine, but it was not mine.
Beckett: "Mommy, Spencer's kicking me!"
Spencer: "No I'm not, Beckett. I'm just feeling you with my foot!!"
Sometimes when you ask Beckett what he wants to be when he grows up, he says, "a dinosaur". Other times, he says, "A giant." My mom asked him what he would do when he was a giant. He said, "I would say fee, fi, fo, fum!"
I was told by Spencer, "If your foot burns, but not the rest of your body, you should use the gold bond foot powder I just saw on TV." Thanks for the tip, Spence. He also insists that we need the "Mr. Steamy" that he saw on TV, too.
Spencer: "I have a million killion jillion smarts in my brain!"
Beckett: "YEAH! And, I have FIVE smarts in MY brain!"
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