Thursday, February 7, 2013

Pawning off my Work on my 4 Year Old

I had no blog ideas today, so I decided to make Tiny Pants do my work for me. (I also got him to vacuum.) I don't keep a Mama journal of cute things he said, so I thought this might sort of serve as capturing a moment in his developmental history.  Or something. Apparently, he wasn't much in the mood for being particularly witty and entertaining either, but at least I can blame him if it bombs.

Q:  How tall is mama? 
A:  39. 
Q:  39 What? 
A. 39.5 
(Well, now, that clears things up.)

Q:  How much does mama weigh? 
A: 5 pounds

Q: How old is Mama? 
A: 39 

Q:  What is Mama really good at? 
A:  Homework

Q: What is Mama not so good at? 
A: Playing catch. You get hit with the ball in the head a lot.

Q: How are you and Mama the same?
A: Cuz we are in the same family.

Q: How are you and Mama different?
A: We aren't different. We are exactly the same.

Q: What is your favorite game to play with Mama? 
A: I would say my favorite game to play with you is pig. 
Q: How do you play pig? 
A: You pretend to be a flying cow. You said I could say a made-up game.

Q: How tall are you? 
A: 1
Q: How much do you weigh?
A:  zero.
Q: How old are you? 
A: 1
Q: You're not one.
A:  Yes I am. The ski mask is new so I am one.
(Ah, the youthful exuberance from new clothes. I know it well!)

Q: What are you really good at?
A:  Looking at magazines to look for stuff to get for my birthday.

Q: What are you not so good at?  
A: Catching or throwing or hitting a golf ball with a golf club.

Q: What's your favorite thing in the whole world?  
A:  You.

Flying Cow, by Tiny Pants

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