kiddo: mum, if I ever grow up and write a rock song, it will be called 'luke' instead of 'darth vader'.
(sitting in the back seat of the car listening to music.) lady: I want the baby song. it's my song.
kiddo: mum, I've decided I want to be vegetarian. because I like animals. I don't want to hurt my friends' feelings.
(the next night. looking at rose's plate.)
that chicken looks really good.
rose is having big-kid conversations with us now: friends and family have commented that she's talking a lot, which is true. I've been playing music more which means the kids are listening to it and their comments about the tunes makes me smile. 'everywhere' by fleetwood mac is the kiddo's favourite song at the moment.
kiddo: (singing to himself) I believe I can flyyyy. lady: you can't fly. (explains) you don't have wings.
(looking out the car window at the pure blue sky ) lady: there are no clouds. are the clouds next to the houses?
kiddo: you know how I made friends with a goat? me: (thinks back to our farmstay holiday last summer where he did take a great shine to the goats) yes. kiddo: I've decided I'm never going to eat meat from a goat. me: ok. kiddo: have I ever eaten goat? me: no. kiddo: phew!
(after he fell asleep watching tv) mister: what happened? me: more of the same. mister: war of the sane?
what did they say over your way? link up to share.
(it was raining outside) lady: hey ho, you know how to stop the rain? with magic!
(at dinner) kiddo: dad, are tardis real? mister: they're no more real than wookies. me: so, real then.
mister: are you super? lady: I'm super cool tricks!
mister: if you had one hundred dollars what would you buy? kiddo: lego! mister: lego?! kiddo: I love lego more than anything dude! mister: I thought you loved your sister more than anything. kiddo: that's a different kind of love.
lady: I'm not a unicorn or a lady. I'm just a rosy.
this was a pretty fun week for us. we went to check out where we'll most likely have our wedding shindig, which is where I took these snaps. and the kiddo WON the young archie prize in his age group (!!!). if you're in sydney you can see his drawing of his sister hanging in the art gallery of nsw until the 28th of september along with the grownup archibald portraits and the other amazing artworks by the other kid finalists.
lady: you don't go to school. you go to work, I go to daycare. alex goes to school and max goes to school. me: you, are right. lady: no! me: you're not right? you're wrong? lady: no! me: what are you? lady: I'm a girl called rosy posy!
me (holding up a book to the kiddo): this is anne tyler. she's my favourite author. see these books? they're the ones dad gave to me as presents, signed by her. kiddo: you're my favourite author.
happy father's day to all the great papas! I hope you're having a relaxing day. care to share words from your family? here's the linky.
kiddo: exciting days in winter, like the book parade, go too fast. they should go for longer.
lady: where's papa? me: at work. lady: I want him to come home now!
kiddo: why is sunday called sun day when it's not always sunny?
kiddo: sometimes I'm good, and sometimes I'm bad. me: yes, that's being human.
we were hanging about outside the art gallery when the mister picked the kids up and put them on his shoulders. the kiddo often says he wants to be a dad when he grows up, I think his papa's awesomeness has something to do with this. I just love these people.