Stop Arguing With Me!

Today, I told my son to "Stop arguing with me." He is known to do that, argue until he gets his way which is not very often.

When I kept telling him that he cannot wear tank-top to bed in the middle of winter, he tells me in a strict voice, "Mommy, stop arguing with me!"

That is Your Body Button!

My son and I were naming body parts. He is into trying to remember them all. Before he pointed to the next body part, he said, "That is your body button!"

I asked him what he said again.

"Your body button."

"Oh," I said laughing. "That is your belly button!"

He laughed.

Those Cars Don't Have Muscles

My son and I bought two cheaply made big plastic cars that cost $1 each, from our local retail store. Although, I hate those cheaply made toys, I want my son to make his own decisions to a certain extent.

Within minutes of playing with those cars, they broke. I told my son that it was the last time we would buy those kinds of toys. I added, "They are not strong enough."

My son said, "Mommy, you're right. These cars don't have muscles."

Art Makes Me Wild A Little Bit

As I took my son to preschool, I reminded him that he has to do an art activity if there is one because his teacher had told me that he does not like or want to do art. I explained to her that he wants to play.

My son said, "OK mommy, but I want you to know that art makes me wild a little bit."

All Presidents Wear Little Flags On Their Suits

"All presidents wear little flags on their suits," my son said as a matter of fact.

See what happened was yesterday, I was skimming though the latest of Time Magazine. As I was skimming a page with U.S. president George W. Bush, my son points to him and asks, "Mommy, is that the president?

My eyes became huge and my mouth dropped open. I asked him to repeat what he had asked. He asked "Is that the president?"

I laughed a little bit, and I said yes. I also asked him how did he know that was the president?

He replied, "All presidents wear little flags on their suits--just like the president on Cory in the House!"

Hmmm...What Do I Want To Be When I Grow Up?

I had taken my dad to the doctor's office. My son went with us. He was asking me to explain a poster that was hanging up in the doctor's office. I explained to him that was a kidney, lung, heart, etc.

Then I had asked him in front of my dad, if he was planning to be a doctor. He said, "No, I want to be a chef. No, I want to be like you or my daddy." I told him that I was a teacher. He then asked what did daddy do. I told him, he was a forklift driver.

I then asked him, "What if daddy doesn't want you to be a forklift driver?"

He thought about for one second, and then replied, "I will then be a Walmart guy." I continued to ask him what if his dad said no.

Determined and confident, my son replied, "Then I will be a Super-Walmart guy."

Back from Hiatus!

Hello world.

My son and I are back from Hiatus. I hope to continue recording my son's thoughts and musings of this world.

It has been fun growing with a four year old boy, especially when he tries to interpret the world.

We plan to blog 5-7 days per week. Keep visiting us!