Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire....

Spencer and Beckett are sitting on a living room chair in their undies (because that's how they roll most of the time when we're at home) watching a movie.  Spencer is wearing socks.  Beckett isn't. 

Spencer says, "LIAR, LIAR, PANTS ON FIRE!" to Beckett. 

Beckett replies, "My pants aren't on f-- HEY I'M NOT EVEN WEARING PANTS!  They can't be on FIRE!!"

Beckett then eyes Spencer up and down for a minute and says, "YOU'RE a liar, liar, SOCKS on fire!"

Library

Spencer, on today's library class:  "Shea wanted to check out the Transformer book, but I found it first!  But, Shea has been searching for it for YEARS, so I let him check it out."

Dogs

Beckett just informed me that dogs can catch birds and rip open their hearts and eat their brains because dogs are really, really mean to birds. 

Tiny Little Toilet

Beckett just told me that he wants a tiny little toilet for Christmas so that he can give it to a mouse.  LOL!  Where in the heck does he come up with these things?!

Lobster

This story is a blast from the past, but It doesn't seem like I ever blogged about it.

Beckett came downstairs when he was supposed to be sleeping.  He was crying.  I asked him what was wrong, and he told me that there was a lobster in his bed.  I said, "A lobster?  In your bed?!"  He said, "Yes!  It was a gray lobster with a hand that does this (he opened and closed his hand like a lobster claw)."  So, I took the stuffed animals and the blanket off of his bed to look for the alleged lobster.  There was nothing in his bed.  He looked up at me, still very concerned, and asked, "Did Daddy take the lobster to the trash?!"  I said, "Yes, buddy, he did.  The lobster is gone."

The Truth

Me:  Beckett, it's time to go to bed with the big hand is on the 12.
Beckett:  No, the 6.
Me:  No, that's too late.  You have to go when it's on the 12.
Beckett:  No, Mom!  I am the truth!