I suppose everyone has this kind of fun at the expense of their children sometimes, but I just love it when Jude misuses a word or phrase. I like to continue the conversation as though he intended the misuse and really sap every bit of entertainment out of it.
When Jude first started Sunday School he began telling everyone he was going to learn about God and cheeses. I'd ask whether he had a project about Brie or Swiss, to which he would reply with a contorted face. "I'm just wondering if we need to stop at the grocery store on the way to class to get supplies." Sometimes, he'd catch on and try to correct me. "No mom, its God and CHEESES." Oh! I guess he wants to be a chef when he grows up.
During Christmas program practice, Jude learned "Silent Night." When he sings the song at home it starts off, "Silent knife. Oh the knife." And then, of course, my line is "all is calm, everyone's dead." He yells at me that those are not the words, but really his verse didn't use the correct words either so I think we are even.
Jude stills runs for elevators and yells out, "hey mom, can I ride in the elligator?" I tell him it's dangerous because alligators bite. He says they don't, but I wouldn't get on an alligator. I think it would be safer to just walk.
I do miss eating sausakids for besskess. I'm now forced to eat sausages for breakfast. When Jude got sick he sometimes had diadiwa. Now he gets diarrhea just like the rest of us.
Although he carefully thinks out the syllables before he asks, I still get requests for que-diarrheas. The good news is that I don't much care for plain quesadillas anyway. And this is probably why he thinks studying about cheeses is so important.
I know it will all end soon for Jude and I so I will enjoy it while it lasts. Luckily, little Dane's vocabulary is coming along nicely. Oh, and he's a "yes" man, so at least I can ask him slanted questions until then.
Word up!
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nice mom
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