J to F: I like your genes!
Me: What about mine?
J: I do not know what yours are. Papi's are like mine: he likes shopping, pickles, and candy.
F to J: You should watch me put up the blinds so you can start to learn how to be handy.
J: I don't want to be handy.
F: What about when you get married? Are you going to help around the house and fix things for your wife?
J: I am going to be gay so my husband can fix things.
Me: What if he is not handy just like you?
J: Then I would get another husband.
J: Nonno G has more than one car? Is he a millionaire?
F: No!
J: So he is a thousandaire?
V last night as he came down with croup (good times, he sounds like a dying seal): My brain is not talking.
A: This house is too big. I want to move back to our old house.
Me: Why?
A: Because I want to live with S and J (our former neighbors).
J looking at a muscle magazine: I cannot even get one bump!
As I told J not to worry about getting money, I told him that was my job. J: Is papi part of the job?
Me: What do you think?
J: Yes. But who does more?
Me: What do you think?
J: You. But I am more like papi. We have the same genes for old fashioned cartoons like He-man, shopping, and licorice.
Me to A as she sat in a time out: You are misbehaving.
A, screaming at me: And YOU are misbehaving!
V, as J and F discussed genes: I like your genes too. I like to wear them.
i love j's answer. i would also tell him that if handiness is key, he MIGHT be able to find a handy wife (if he wants one)
ReplyDelete^ Me too. I laughed so hard!
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