Monday, February 5, 2007


A prolific speaker since his second birthday, my son has
come up with some doozies in his short lifetime. In the past week, he has come up with some absolute classics so I
am dedicating today’s entry to my son. His “isms” are better than any material that I could come up with today.

Son (from the bathroom): Mommy, could you please come in
here. I need some help.

Me: (surprised—he’s normally pretty
self-sufficient in there): What do
you need?

SonI need help wiping. I
have a little quesadilla.

Son (from his
car seat on the way to soccer registration): How do you know how
to get to the soccer field?

MeBecause I’m a genius.
SonOh. When will I play
my first game?

MeI don’t know.
SonI thought you were a genius.

Son (on the
phone with my Mom after a traumatic buzz cut by your’s truly): You
should see my hair Grandma. I’m blind. 
Pause. Because my Mom
cut all of my hair off. I’m blind. I have no hair.

MeSweetie, you’re not blind. You’re bald.

Please forgive the Family Circus-esque genre of today’s blog
entry. It’s not my style, I know, but I
couldn’t resist.


  1. If you are old enough to remember Art Linkletter, you know that 'Kids say the darndest things' We highly recomend recording this treasure trove of wisdom for future reference, you may need it later to embarass the little angel when his first teenqage girlfriend comes over for dinner.

  2. Papa Dale-
    I remember the Bill Cosby version of late. I do enjoy that show. And they are being recorded. They'll be available in cyber space indefinitely.

  3. I MUST add my own favorite: After Patrick's ball rolled up under the stove the other day he yelled out to me, "Mommy, Mommy, help! My ball rolled under the cooking furniture!"

  4. Jacquelyn-
    Proof positive that you are, in fact, the Clampetts. What, with the love of "Hee Haw," the tuner always turned to The Legend, and the cooking furniture. I hope you guys install a cement pond by Summer. That'd be nice.