"You Are Not Supposed To Do That"

"Mommyyyyyyyyyyy, you are not supposed to turn yet because the [traffic] light is yellow. You are supposed to stop on yellow and red," my son was telling me as I turned left.

The truth was the light turned yellow as I was turning left, and that is what I explained to him. He said, "My teacher said that yellow means stop, just like red."

Hopefully, he will still be a safe driver when he turns 16!

Stop following me, moon!

As we were driving home, my son says to me, "Mommy, why is the moon following me? Everywhere we go, the moon is following me, why?" I explained to him that the moon was so big that it looked like it followed everyone.

Does anyone know why it appears like the moon or sun does follow you? If so, leave me a comment.

Do Me A Favor, Please

I picked up my son today from preschool. I always like to know what he does at preschool, so every preschool day, I ask him what did he do. He always tells me that he played with his friends. I would ask him if he did art activities, listened to story time, etc. He would say yes, and then he would tell me the specifics.

On our way home today, he says to me, "Mommy, do me a favor please." I wanted to giggle, he just amazes me with his thinking and vocabulary. I said, "What would you like me to do?" He said, "Take me to McDonald's for lunch." I said, "Sorry, not today." He said, "It's a favor, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase."

Before I changed the subject, I reminded him that fast food restaurants are junk food--it's ok to eat sometimes (emphasizing the word sometimes). He said, "Ok, fine."

"I have chicken pops!"

My son woke me up to tell me that he had the "chicken pops." No, that is not a typo. As he was scratching his arms, my son said, "Mommy, I have chicken pops!" I told him to let me see. He did. I told him, "Those are not chicken pox, they are mosquito bites."

He insisted what he was scratching were "chicken pops."

This Is Just The Beginning

I will be recording my son's views and interpretations of the world.