Lately my kids are saying things that I must write down. I couldn’t write this stuff myself. I find if I don’t write it down right away, I just can’t quite remember it correctly. They say things in their own special way.
From my six-year old:
Memories are something that happened. Dreams are something you play around with in your mind.
I can do the bottom swim (swim under water) but not the top swim (strokes).
Dinosaurs are real, buy you can’t see them because they’re dead.
This shirt overfits. (is too big)
How do you know it’s the scariest ride of your life when your life isn’t over?
To his friend: Here’s a strawberry fruit roll-up. But, in my opinion, it’s the worst flavor and that’s why I’m giving it to you.
From my nine-year-old:
When I wake up, wake the Internet up.
Mom, are you a blogger or a jobber today? (looking for a job)
Mom, are you a blogger or failing at looking for a job?
Mom, when you get a new cell phone, can I destroy your old one?