Tuesday, August 27, 2013
More quotes from the kids
A few new quotes from Beatrice:
* We were watching the turtles in the pond at Descanso Gardens.
Beatrice: I want to be a turtle.
Summer: Why?
Beatrice: Because if I was a turtle it would be very easy to touch other turtles.
* Out of the blue, from the backseat:
Beatrice: I want to go to a bar. [pause] It makes me sad that I have to wait until I'm a grown up, I want to go now, but I'm not allowed to drink water in a bar.
* Some time ago Dev and I explained to Beatrice that dinosaurs are extinct but have evolved into other life forms, like birds.
Beatrice: Sharks can eat people, but not dinosaurs, because now all the dinosaurs are birds. But birds are still dangerous, because they can peck your hands.
* Beatrice is incredibly excited about William being born and thinks she'll be there when I'm in labor. She won't really be there, she's still too young, but I told her all about how babies are born and that it hurts, and she told me, "Don't worry, I will stay with you and cheer you up when it hurts. I will tell you funny secrets."
And from Arthur:
* Whenever Arthur sees anything unusual or absurd, he declares it "Wacky Wednesday." At the farmer's market with Naresh he saw the pony rides and declared, "A horse on the sidewalk? It's Wacky Wednesday!"
* Arthur loves singing, playing instruments, and making up songs. His favorite is to sway back and forth shaking a tambourine and singing, "I am sunshine!" Very Woodstock.
* Two nights ago I told Arthur that he could only have a cookie after dinner if he ate one bite of baked beans first. Of course, he refused. This went on and on, with him refusing to take the one bite of beans but also agonized at the idea of missing out on a cookie.
Finally he said to me, "Mommy, feed me the beans. Put them in my mouth for me."
So I spooned the beans into his mouth, he ate them, and got his cookie.
He knew he just didn't have what it takes to eat those beans himself.
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