My Funny Kid
Lately, my eldest son, a 4 year old affectionately known as Wyatt Earp, as been cracking me up.
The other day in the car with my mother in law, we (she and I) were talking about my dad, who is known in our house as "Bup." My son overheard us and piped in from the back, "Oh, I know that guy who lives in New Mexico. He's the tall one. They call him Bup." For just a moment I was sure I could hear Ennio Morriocone's theme from "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" whistling across the back seat . . . .
Earlier this week, W. Earp took a walk with a neighbor and her 5 year old son around the block. After about 15 minutes my front door opened and my son ran into the house saying, "I have to go potty!" He bolted past me as Mrs. J. said, "W., don't you have something to tell your mom?" He poked his head out from around the alcove leading into the bathroom and looked at me sheepishly. I looked at him and then at Mrs. J. who did not seem upset and even had a slight smile on her face. W. walked over to me, but would not talk. Finally, Mrs. J. informed me that during their walk, he and her 5 year old and been running ahead of her when my son, apparently struck by a sudden and intense urge to urinate, dropped trou in the front yard of another neighbor and just took care of business!
Today I took W. out for a bike ride. He got a new bike for Christmas and has been slowly getting the hang of it. We took his helmet out for the first time too. I think this was more interesting to him than the bike. I glean that from the fact that twice he stopped, got down on his knees and deliberately banged his head on the sidewalk several times to demonstrate that if he fell off his bike his head would not hit the ground - just the helmet. It's hard to argue that logic.
The other day in the car with my mother in law, we (she and I) were talking about my dad, who is known in our house as "Bup." My son overheard us and piped in from the back, "Oh, I know that guy who lives in New Mexico. He's the tall one. They call him Bup." For just a moment I was sure I could hear Ennio Morriocone's theme from "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly" whistling across the back seat . . . .
Earlier this week, W. Earp took a walk with a neighbor and her 5 year old son around the block. After about 15 minutes my front door opened and my son ran into the house saying, "I have to go potty!" He bolted past me as Mrs. J. said, "W., don't you have something to tell your mom?" He poked his head out from around the alcove leading into the bathroom and looked at me sheepishly. I looked at him and then at Mrs. J. who did not seem upset and even had a slight smile on her face. W. walked over to me, but would not talk. Finally, Mrs. J. informed me that during their walk, he and her 5 year old and been running ahead of her when my son, apparently struck by a sudden and intense urge to urinate, dropped trou in the front yard of another neighbor and just took care of business!
Today I took W. out for a bike ride. He got a new bike for Christmas and has been slowly getting the hang of it. We took his helmet out for the first time too. I think this was more interesting to him than the bike. I glean that from the fact that twice he stopped, got down on his knees and deliberately banged his head on the sidewalk several times to demonstrate that if he fell off his bike his head would not hit the ground - just the helmet. It's hard to argue that logic.
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7 Comments:
Hey, nature calls.
This is a boy who appears to be knee deep in the taking-things-literally phase of his life.
I'd be on the edge of my chair to see what crazy cute thing he's going to do next.
Monday, February 18, 2008
I love this boy!! He is four, people. FOUR. This is why I loved teaching Sunday School to this age. Such a keen sense of humor.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
I love the last story the best. I can just see him being so earnest whilst tapping his head on the sidewalk and "teaching" you a lesson. too precious.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
He really is a one-man riot these days. You should sell tickets! I promise I won't heckle, even when he points out that for such a tiny baby inside, my belly sure is fat :)
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
LOIS: He did NOT! Did he? What a laugh!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Oh Lois - I'm sorry. Sigh
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Kids are awesome. I once had a boy pat my thigh once then say "Why are your legs so much bigger than Mommy's?"
Thanks, kid.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
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