K (after golfing alone with Papi at Lehigh University Golf Team’s new driving range and practice center): “Mommy, Lehigh is my favorite golf place. Papi hit the cart. The golf cart. He hit it when it was driving because he hit the ball so far. He’s the best golfer in the whole wide world. No other kids were at the Lehigh golf. No other kids are ever at golf places. Just grown ups. But I’m there. I will practice my whole life and when I’m growned up I will be even as good golfer as Tiger Woods. That’s how good my Papi is.”
O (saying his prayers): “Dear God, I very very very very much want school to start. And thank you for my school. I really love it. And I really love Meera. And I really love my Kyle. And I really love Mommy and Papi. And I really love God. And I really love myself. And I really love everyone in my whole life. Amen.”
K (acting up during dinner… I said, “Kyle! Where are your manners?!” and he responded…): “In my pocket.”
O (out of the blue, at a totally random moment): “Mommy, what happens if I eat sand? Will a vacation grow in my mouth?”
K (at lunch after eating a big pile of bread and butter pickles): “Mommy, my heart melted when I ate those!”
O (while swinging on the swing set): “Are ‘black people’ people with brown skin? We are black? Am I black?”
K (completely seriously– with no tone of sarcasm whatsoever– in response to me asking him to go dump out the compost in the compost bin): “Sure Mom! I definitely can! I’ll be happy to!!!”
O (about Meera, one day when he was watching me nurse her): “Mommy, she’s so cute. She’s. So. CUTE. She’s so cute that sometimes I think I want her to be my lovey. I could cut her in half so Kyle can have her as his lovey too.”
K (about Meera, one day when she was wearing a dress that he thought was really pretty): “She looks like a little princess!!! Mom, we really like her!”
O (during a discussion about the Tooth Fairy): “Mommy, is the tooth fairy a girl or a boy? Because I think it is a boy. But other people said it was a girl. But it is not. It is a boy. Right? Because all fairies are boys. Right? That’s right. I know that is right. All fairies are boys.”
K (sitting down for lunch one day): “Mommy! This looks like a wonderful lunch! This is absolutely delightful!!!”
O (stating the obvious): “Mommy, I like to wear pull-ups at night because then I can just pee right in my bed. And I don’t even have to worry about it. Kyle wears no pull-up. But I like to wear it. And also Mommy, when I go poopie on the potty, I always, forever just want you to wipe my butt. Not me mommy, just you!”
K (stating the obvious): “Mommy, in my mind I am thinking that you are just like our server. You are a server mommy! A server to Kyle and Owen!”
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