My Silly Son...

I told Gabe that he needed to eat super fast if he wanted to watch our baking show. He did not. In fact, he ate very, very slowly until the last three bites.

G: Mom, I ate my dinner so fast that time went backwards! You didn’t even see it! Now we went back to baking show time!

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G: You’re my mommy and no bad guys are going to get you! If they do, I’ll say “no badguys! That’s my Mommy!” and if it doesn’t work I’m call the police.

M: Okay. But no bad guys are going to get me.

G: Okay. But if it does, remember to yell “Help!” And I’ll come.

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I came down and Gabe was reading one of the new books. I said "you know, I was actually going to pull those out one at a time so we could read them." He replied with "I did pull them out one at a time. I pulled out the firetruck book and then I put it away and pulled out the pirate book. I didn't have two books in my hand at one time."

I can’t argue with that logic.

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G: Mommy I want to go skiing and I want you and Daddy to ski next to each other and hold hands and I'll ski in front and Daddy will be behind me.

M: What about Josy?

G: We'll have to carry him.

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G: Look Mommy, a bucket truck! How do they get in there?

M: How do they get in the bucket? They bring it to the ground and get in.

G: But how do they get in?

M: This sounds like a better question for Daddy.

G: It sounds like you're not sure.

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The other day when I got out of the shower, Gabe was downstairs roaring. I asked him what he was doing and he told me that he was trying to make Lucy laugh, but he only made himself laugh.

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Gabe had two pennies. He named them Clanky. When he drops them, he yells "Clanky! Where are you?" And can't figure out why he doesn't respond.

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G: Dad, chickerbutt is my Spanish word for spiderman monster truck.

Seriously, there are so many more hilarious things this kid says, but that’s all I can remember at the moment. He’s so ridiculously funny.