Blake is at the new school, which is about 4 blocks from our house. It's wonderful - he's biked to school every day, and if he can't bike, he can still walk and it will be FASTER than if we drove. Amazing. One of the conversations last week:
A: It's chilly. Do you need a sweatshirt?
B: This is what living's all about, Mom: no sweatshirt whenever it's cold.
R: What did you guys learn about in BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) tonight?
B: Genies. Something about genies.
R: The genealogy of Jesus?
B: That's it!
B: I don't think zombies are real. I think they are just huh-nipotized into thinking they want brains.
B: You know, when zombies want to eat your brains? I think someone huh-nipotized them.
When I correct this pronunciation of "hypnotized," he simply declares that he thinks you can say it both ways, and he likes his better. Straight outta Psych, and I am SO PROUD: "I've heard it both ways."
A: Can you take your cup over to the sink?
B: What? Oh! You mean my glass. Cups are plastic.
A: They are?
B: Yep. "Cups." Plastic. Glasses are glass. There you are, corrected by Einstein.
Love these Blake-isms! !
The "I've heard it both ways" made me laugh out loud. Well played, Blake, well played.
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