One of the pluses of having to police bedtime for the boys is getting to hear their conversations with each other. This is what took place the other night when I was sitting quietly in the rocking chair to make sure they stayed in bed.
Alex: Tomorrow we'll get to go to another crade.
Isaac: Not "crade." Pah-rade. Say pah-rade.
Alex: (Very mater of factly) Crade.
Isaac: NO! PAH-rade. Say PAH-rade.
Alex: I said "crade."
Isaac: (Yelling impatiently) NOT CRADE! PAH-RADE!
I guess we know who isn't going to be the teacher around here!
The conversation continued.
Isaac: I like the race car dribers.
Alex: Yeah! We could dribe race cars.
Sam: Yeah! And we could be a marching band.
Alex: Yeah! I lub marching bands.
Then after a long pause, Isaac piped up: "I want to stand on a motorcycle."
I don't know what was said after that. I was too busy saying another "Hail Mary" to listen.
© Trippin' Mama 2011
1 comment:
Wow Isaac, aka Josh, is a little impatient with his brother! Just you wait! I am only a phone call away- I have no advice, I am still trying to figure mine out (Josh) but I can listen! :o)
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