Recently

Me: Why do you have a lunch box?
J: I put my little stuffed animals there for a time out, or to carry them.

J: When they invented the word "computer", did it take like 100 years for computers to then be invented?

V running to tío D with a stethoscope: I am a doctah foh youuuuu Daybihd!

M: Jackson is on the $20 bill.
J: Michael Jackson or Jackson Pollock?

J: Can we get puppets like in What About Bob? to talk to each other?

J: I do not want to change presidents. I do not want a world without Arock Obama.

Lines

V-I want pasta. More pasta.
F- There is no more pasta.
V- I want potatoes. Two big potatoes.
F- We do not have any.
V- I want pretzels. Big pretzels

J to F- There is a line in your armpit. Probably a mimp (convinced this is the word for pimple) or something. Why did you get a permanent tattoo? Why does it hurt?

J to F- You cannot sword fight like that with a bald head. You need a hoodie or a hat. You cannot be cool with a bald head.

J- I want my birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese. There are games and there is Chuck and you get a crown. What would you want more?

J to me- They are playing with an ear cleaner again (tampon)!

J at hip hop show- I am going to dye my skin brown.

V at 9:30pm at night after having taken dramamine- I like the car!

J- The importantest things in the world are trees and money. Trees give you oxygen and money gets you food and toys.

M, about to cry in the bathroom right after our return from PA- I miss (tía) C. Why does she have to live in stupid Philadelphia? (I second that emotion/question)

Whirlwind

The last few days have been. I had a dear friend here from out of town so lots of meals. I had to finish over 90 reports. I did the Aids Walk in the rain (thank you for your support!) and I am tutoring up the whazoo as  my kids are prepping for exams.  Tired. Will blog good lines soon. Night night.

Excerpts from M's Sentence Notebook (Sentences with Spelling Words)

Being strong is something excellent.
I like writing but, it's not my favorite.
Four is more than 1 (Duh).
Golden is my second least favorite color.
I can be unkind when I am mad.
My baby brother smashed our radio to pieces.
I always like to finish an argument.
My dad has a hairy chest.
I have never seen anything hatch.
I drink all drinkable liquids.
I'm not the only kid in my family, there are others.
I am very bad at digging.
My parents say my body is perfect, not fat, not skinny.
My aunt S' dog is fuzzy.
I am not that lazy.
I can be very silly or very mature.
My brother is SO good at waking me up.

Big Boy Bed (BBB)

V got a hand me down toddler bed yesterday. He was very excited to go to bed. He looked so big sleeping in a real (mini) bed. In the middle of the night he woke up calling for F, who found him sitting on the floor, confused, by the bed. A is getting hers tomorrow ( a bed that we got third generation handed down, gave to a friend who passed it to a neighbor, who is giving it back to us) and then bedtime will really get interesting. Another vestige of babyhood out the door.

Some Lines

J: If you do not let me quit swimming I am going to get adopted.

V to A as they fought about whose motorbike a motorbike on the street was: That my motorbike. A, relax. I get you a motorbike purple.

J: I want to make a law that dogs wear a leash on their belly so it does not hurt their neck.

J: Can I one day have drum lessons with Ringo?

J's Arguments for Getting a Pet Turtle

1. I want something to love me besides my family
2. I want to see turtle poop.
3. I want to see what they can survive and can't.
4. I want to have something to teach.
5. I want something to shop for.
6. I want something that I can love.
7. I want something to show off.
8. I want to teach him how to be a ninja turtle.
9. I want to teach him how to skateboard.
10. I want him to be a test turtle. If I want to know if the zucchini is good I will make him try it.
11

. I am going to feel happy when I set him free.

Delinquents & Fiddlers

This weekend M was a Jewish village child in our school's production of Fiddler on the Roof. She was beaming and so cute. She sang in many songs and reminded me so much of how I adored acting in musicals as a kid.

J's teacher confiscated (and gave me) his Lego Moleskine notebook. On the bright side, he began to write (inventive spelling) and draw. On the not so hot side, most of his drawings were porn (very clear genitalia for a not so sophisticated artist) and he enjoyed narrating the scenes to his classmates.

AleVit's new thing is to ask me to sing "arrorró" to them at bed/naptime. While that sounds sweet, they proceed to belt it out like a show tune, undermining the point of a lullaby. They crack each other up!