Dean: What’s an emeny?
Jack: Well, if you were a good guy and somebody else was a bad guy? Well, then you’re anemone.
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November 26, 2007
October 23, 2007
At dinner last night, Dean informed us (me and Jack) that he heard from one of the kids at school that if you kill a pastusky bug that it will come back to life and kill people.
Jack was terrified. He didn’t want to let on how scared he was but his eyes were big and round and he just looked at me with this worried expression.
Later that night, they were tucked into bed with the door open and my promise to check on them every 4, no 2, how ’bout 3 minutes. I went into the living room (which if you know my house is about 10 feet from their bedroom door) and fired up the TV. About 30 seconds later Jack comes over to the couch and in the smallest of voices tells me he’s scared.
I told him he should be! The pastusky bug is known to be one of the most ferocious insects in all of blogland!!
Just kidding. I wrapped my arms around him and whispered that I needed to tell him something. Pastusky? No such thing. It doesn’t exist.
But, don’t let Dean find out about that, ok?
October 19, 2007
Dean: Mom? Do you know what a pastusky bug is?
Me: Uh, no.
Dean: Well, the pastusky bug is a little bug and it goes in your thumb here (points to thumb) and it travels up your arm and your body into your brain (emphasis his) and you know what it does? It puts the think in your brain. An’ then? After it puts the think in your brain, it goes back down your body and out of your thumb and it evacerates. It does! It just disappears!
September 24, 2007
Dean: Um, Jack?
Jack: Yes?
Dean: Well, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Jack: A dad!
August 17, 2007
Jack: Mom? Where were me and Dean when you and Daddy got married?
Me: Well, you weren’t born yet.
Jack: But where were we?
Me: Do you want to have children someday?
Jack: Yes.
Me: Where do you think your children are?
Jack: Nowhere?
Me: Well, I think they’re in your heart. You want to have children and that desire lives in your heart. So, you and Dean were in our hearts.
Jack: Oh.
Jack: Well, then how did you make us?
Me: Uhhhhhhhh . . . . . .
Jack: Did you and daddy give each other a special hug?
Me: Yep. We gave each other a special hug.
August 14, 2007
On getting older . . .
Dean: Soon I’m going to learn so much. I’m going to learn how to drive. And you know what? I’m going to try really hard not to lose my driver’s license. I am. I’m going to keep it in my wallet with my dollars and my money and my cards. And, I’m going to get married and have kids. But I’m going to be sad because I won’t get to see you.
Me: Well, maybe you will live close to me and we’ll get to see each other. Maybe we can have lunch together or you can come over for dinner.
Dean: Yeah, we can have lunch together! I’m going to take my kids to school in the morning on Fridays.
Me: Who is going to take them the other days?
Dean: The babysitter.
Me: I’ll take them if I can.
Dean: Yeah! Maybe you can be their babysitter! I’m going to have a boy and a girl and I’m going to name them Fireboy and . . . um, BEN!
Me: Fireboy and Ben? I thought you were going to have a boy and a girl?
Dean: I am.
Me: Then what’s the girl’s name?
Dean: Ben.
Me: Oh.
August 10, 2007
Our morning routine is fairly static. The boys get up, dress themselves and have breakfast while I shower and get ready for work and Tom checks the stock market. Then, when it’s time to leave, Tom walks them out to the car, buckles their seatbelts and kisses them goodbye. He stands in the front yard as I pull out of the driveway and we always stop in the street before going on. Jack is always on the right side of the back seat and I always have his window down so the following exchange can occur:
Jack: Goodbye!
Daddy: Goodbye!
Jack: Have a good day!
Daddy: Ok, you too!
Jack: I love you!
Daddy: I love you, too!
Jack: I love you so much!
Daddy: I love you so much, too!
Jack: I love you every day!!
You get the point. While Dean is plotting world domination with his transformer, Jack is exclaiming to Daddy and our entire neighborhood the depth of his love.
I love you every day.
June 23, 2007
Me: I’m so lucky to be daddy’s girl.
Dean: friend (raising his eyebrows) Daddy’s girlfriend.
Me: Do you have any girlfriends?
Dean: Uh, yeah.
Me: Who?
Dean: About a hundred.
Me: You have a hundred girlfriends??!
Dean: (nods) I do. They’re at my office. And when I go there, we all go to sleep together and they use a hundred pillows!
May 23, 2007
Dean: Um, Jack? Have you seen Shrek the Third?
Jack: No.
Dean: Me either.
Subtle guys. Real subtle.
February 25, 2007
When I arrived at daycare on Friday night, both boys had balloons – Jack’s was pink and Dean’s was red. It was one of the girls birthday and they had a little party. Dean’s balloon was tied to his wrist but Jack insisted on just holding his. It was a windy night.
You see where this is going?
He and I both held the balloon out to the car but with the distraction of opening the car door and him climbing into the seat, we both let go. Dean let out a scream and I watched as Jack’s balloon sailed away. Jack was heartbroken. I promised him we’d go to the farmer’s market on Sunday and get him another one.
They got into their seats and we started driving home. As we neared our house, this is the conversation that took place:
Jack: Well, Dean you better be really, really careful with your balloon or else the wind is going to take it away and then you won’t have a balloon anymore. Just like me.
Dean: Well, it’s tied onto my wrist.
Jack: It doesn’t matter, Dean! That wind is really, really strong and it will come and untie it from your wrist and then it will be gone. Then you won’t have a balloon anymore. Just like me.
Dean: Well, ok.
Now Dean holds his balloon between his feet and it’s making that awful squeaking noise. You know – that really annoying noise?
Jack: Dean. You’re going to break your balloon.
Jack: Dean! Your balloon is going to pop.
Jack: DEAN!!!!! Your balloon is going to pop and then you’re not going to have one anymore. DEANN!!!!
