Today, I had agreed to pick my my son's friend from preschool when I picked up my son to help some friends out.
As we were driving to my son's grandparents' home for a quick errand, I overheard the conversation between my son and his friend. It was so cute because to me it was the "adult" version of catching up on current events, I smiled.
Here goes:
Son: You and I are going to my grandparents' house.
Friend: Oh yeah, my grandparents live here (meaning in town).
Son: Where do they live?
Friend(did not point at all): You turn left here, then you have pass something, and then you are there.
We just passed a construction site for a new Walgreen.
Son: Over there, they are building...what are they building again mommy?
I: Walgreen
Son: Oh yeah, a Walgreen. It is a store.
Friend: I know that already. It is going to be cool. I have been to Walgreen.
Let's just say that my son and his friend had a great time playing and eating lunch and dinner together.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
Feliz Navidad!
My son sang this version of "I Want To Wish You A Merry Christmas!"
"I want to wish you a Merry Christmas. I want to wish you a Merry Christmas. Feliz Navidad. Feliz Navidad. From the heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart!"
I asked him if he knew what Feliz Navidad meant. He said "From the heart."
He is learning this song for a Christmas program at preschool.
"I want to wish you a Merry Christmas. I want to wish you a Merry Christmas. Feliz Navidad. Feliz Navidad. From the heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart!"
I asked him if he knew what Feliz Navidad meant. He said "From the heart."
He is learning this song for a Christmas program at preschool.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
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!"
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!"
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
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.
I asked him what he said again.
"Your body button."
"Oh," I said laughing. "That is your belly button!"
He laughed.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
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."
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."
Monday, December 3, 2007
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."
My son said, "OK mommy, but I want you to know that art makes me wild a little bit."
Saturday, December 1, 2007
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!"
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