Conversations

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H, waking up on the couch: Who put me in the living room?

Me: I did. You woke up crying last night.

H: Why?

Me: You woke up crying, so I brought you in here with mommy.

H: You should have just woke me up in bed. Not bring me in here.

Medium Eyes

Looking up at the sky in the backyard.

A: I see 20 asteroids!

H: You do??

A: Yesss, it’s cause I have big eyes to see them.

H: No you don’t! You only have medium eyes.

Un-Birthday

Getting ready for school in the morning…

H: Is Today A’s birthday?

A: No, my birthday is tomorrow.

…

A: Wait! It’s morning! Today IS tomorrow!

…

A: I think. Uhh, Daddy? What day is today?

H: IT NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY!

(It was not his birthday.)

Secret Song

I get back in the car after dropping off H at day care.

A: I sang a secret song while you were gone.

Me: What?

A: It was a song that only me and Santa can know about.

San Francisco Bay Blues

A was a big fan of San Francisco Bay Blues by Clapton. So much, that he said:

You know I like the Wood Brothers? But only a little bit because they have weird voices. But this is the kind of weird voice I do like.

Tonight’s bedtime reading was a disaster.

I tried reading The Giving Tree to the kids for the first time. (And probably the first time I’ve read it since my own childhood.)

I made it about half way before I had to stop and compose myself.

When the old boy cut down the tree trunk, A gasped, “Oh, no!”

Near the end, I had to stop again to take a breath. Out of nowhere and unprompted, H says, “I love you, Daddy.”

H fell down the stairs this evening. After sitting her in my lap and consoling her for a while I said:

Me: H, did it hurt a lot or just a little?

She looks up at me, tears in her eyes, pauses, and says:

H: It hurt a medium.

A: Knock knock.

Me: Who’s there?

A: Peanut butter.

Me: Peanut butter who?

A: I want to be in a sandwich!