All of these are from my amazingly modest son.
“I am working this outfit Nana!”
“I got water on my handsome shirt, but that’s ok, I still look handsome, right?!”
“I love my new outfit! It makes me look super Konjo (handsome in Amharic)!”
“I love ice cream juice. It’s my favorite part of ice cream!”
“I think I look most handsome out of everyone at the table! Yeah, I am!”
“I love how my eyes sparkle in this pink shirt. I really like it!”
Scenario: In the Dollar Tree Parking lot thinking that I might want to check with my mom as to what she plans on buying for me son for Easter. So I call her before entering the store.
Me: Mom, what do you plan on buying K for Easter?
Nana: Anything his little ole heart desires.
Me: Um, could you be a little more specific?
Nana: I was being specific I will buy him whatever he wants. All he needs to do is tell me and it’s his.
Me: Mom, you can’t just buy him everything.
Nana: Why not? I’m his Nana! I can do whatever i want.
Me: Ok, so I guess I won’t get him anything.
*Thinking to myself—this kid better be thankful he’s an only child. If he wasn’t he wouldn’t get the lion’s share of all holidays!!!
Scenario: Snuggled on my lap watching Scooby Doo.
K: When I was a baby, I always wanted a Mama like you!
Me: *Stunned silence and cue tears…
Scenario: Was gone visiting the boyfriend this weekend. K stayed with Nana and Grandpa and my nieces. Rushed home on an early flight so I could be there to spend the evening with him.
Me: (lying in bed with him to read our books) Baby I missed you! Didja miss me?
K: (practically ignoring me) Not really!
Me: Oh (taken aback, but not trying to sound too sad about it). Well, I am sure you had fun with Nana and Grandpa and Jazzy and Ebby.
K: Yeah. I miss them. I want them here right now.
Me: Well, we can call them tomorrow and tell them.
K: Ok. I really miss them!!!
Me: I know Baby. (Selfishly thinking, but you didn’t miss me, huh!?!?!?!?)
*After hugs and kisses I went to my room and cried!
*Scenario—715 AM on a Saturday
K: Mama, you see that black sing in my eye?
Me: Baby, what are you talking about? Wait. What am I looking?
K: Mama, look at the black sing in my eye. It’s called a “peep-hole” and when it’s dark out it get really big so I can see sings. *pauses* And that’s the truth—well, I think it is!
Me: Um… wow. How do you know that?
K: C’mon Mommy! I know about sings!
*Scenario—sitting on the couch reading while K is playing “Superheroes”
K: Mama, what does ‘cross’ mean?
Me: It means angry.
K: So when Jesus was on the cross He was angry? That’s no cool Mama. Not cool at all!
Me: (wanting to explain further, but can’t stop chuckling). You are right. That’s so not cool Baby!