A month or so ago, every morning James who turned 2 years old at the end of July, came into our bedroom to wake me up by saying: "It's a beautiful day Mommy!" (and it was. And if i were a morning person I would probably appreciate it at 6 am.) When you hear that first thing from your 2 year old, everything else is downhill for the rest of the day...
Jack, who turned 4 years old in June, told me that there is poison ivy in the schoolyard of his preschool. I said "no there's not." He said: "Trust me." (I love the way he is picking up expressions and idioms. Very cute.)
I told Jack once over the summer that the more legs a bug has, the less I like it. Months later he said to me, "You must really like worms, Mommy, because they don't have any legs at all."
Still on the worms topic, Jack asked me the other day: "How do worms know where they are going if they don't have any eyes." This prompted a discussion about whether worms needed to know where they were going or if any of us did, which to me seemed very Zen, but just annoyed Jack.
Jack knows all the words to American Pie and insists on singing it by himself (we are not allowed to sing along anymore.) Except some of the words in his rendition are slightly different from the original: "And in the streets the children screamed. The lubbers cried and the pullets dreamed. And not a word was smokin."
James, looking at the picture on a $1 bill: "Who is this boy?" (the only response I could muster at 6 am was "George Washington." He got nothing about the whole father of the country thing.)
AND, as Jack was sitting on the potty and James was sitting on my lap on a chair in the bathroom and we were all hanging out together, James says to Jack: "I spy with my little eye...POOP!" This was funny to both of them about 47 times in a row, until i put them both back to bed.