Math

Me, looking at Asmund's addition sheet, "Hey! You figured that out!" A, "No, Mom. I THINK-ED that out."

Found: Preying Mantis

W: About the preying mantis he found: "His name is Rooftop because he hangs from the ceiling. He is my friend."

Wystan walked in with the latest tenet of the bug home crawling up his arm. "Hey Mom, know what my preying mantis eats for breakfast? Baby preying mantis-ses." "Hum, are you sure?" "Yes. Him is a bad mom."

Things from Colorado

A: I don't go to sleep at night because I'm a preying mantis.


W: Pet my [imaginary] spider. He's family!


Me: "Why not color slowly? You color so fast."
A: "You don't know what I do. Coloring fast is my detail."


A, writing a postcard: "How do you write, “B__, I miss you.""


A: "I found a new friend, and now this boy is borrowing him."

budleyou

"Mom, this is my great number game:" (begins hoping around the kitchen tiles and singing) "1 2 3 4 7 9 10, WM, 13 15, WM, XYZ and W M.... Pretty normal cute unless you know that Wystan pronounces "W" "budleyou". Ermahgawd the cuteness!!!!

Planes and Books

Me: What do you want Santa to bring you this year?
Wy: A paper airplane.
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Me: "Do you read books?"
A: "I actually study them."
YES!

What do YOU say?

The book, Moo, Baa, La La La, ends with the question "What do you say?" In typical fashion, Asmund says, "nothing-HAHAHA!", and Wystan says "eyeball".

Who is getting bigger?

W, "I am getting big."
A, "I am getting bigger."
W, "I am getting really, REALLY bigger!"

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Asmundisms of the day (9/10/2014):

"Mom, know what it's called when birds lose their feathers? Melting!"

"Mom, why you doing that (peeling squash) out here?"
"Because I like to be around you."
"Aww, thanks, Mom."

"That was a bad story. Dad makes better stories. Dad's stories are better than your best stories. This is my worstest night ever. When will Dad be home?" 

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Asmund, counting out groups of eight, "Mom!! THREE and FIVE equal EIGHT!!!!" Ahh, self discovered math.

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Wystan: "I want a babysitter to come here right _now_."
Carrie: "Are you tired of us?"
Wystan: "Yeah."

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"Asmund, do you want to write your name on your history class folder?"
"I am taking a history class?"
"Yes...history is the things that happened in the past."
"Oh, like Superheroes?"
"Um, no. Real things that happened."
"Like Autobots?"
"No, Autobots are pretend too."
"Ok, like dinosaurs?"
"Um...well dinosaurs ARE real, and they are history but I don't think that's the kind of history you're going to learn about in this class."

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In their morning dance off, Asmund accidentally punched Dennis in the crotch. With the victim blaming characteristic of a five year old, he exclaimed, "Dad! I told you, the fist is stronger than the penis!!"

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From Carrie: Legos and kombucha on our No More Baby Milk date. Wystan says, "Just you and me is good."