Showing posts with label Brandon's musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brandon's musings. Show all posts

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Brandon's Rules

Sign found in Brandon's room this morning. Spelling and rules written just as they appear:

Rules in hear:
1) No snapping (as in snapping your fingers)
2) No wisiling
3) No jumping on the bed
4) No hiding anything
5) No playing with anything unless I say
6) No fiting (fighting)
7) No stomping
8) No annoying

Now you know the rules of Brandon's room for next time. Don't say you weren't warned!

Monday, March 15, 2010

Brandon's Musings

Yesterday, on the way to church, Caitlin was talking about things you can't eat. You can't eat cars. You can't eat our house. You can't eat the earth.

From the back seat we also hear this in a small, almost under-his-breath voice: 
"Yeah, 'cause if you eat the earth you'd be very

very

very

very

very

fat!"

Friday, February 26, 2010

Especially *Not* Cats

It was bright, sunny, and warm in Colorado today. At least in my part of the state. It reached just above 40. The sun here is intense, so the kids and I were just in jeans and long sleeved shirts. No jackets or boots required. Last week's snow is melting away. Today is a teacher development day, so no school for the kids. They got haircuts, we went to Noodles & Company for lunch, and went to the mall to play. It was warm in the car, verging on hot. On the way to the mall, we rolled down the windows. Shocking, I know, but we did it anyway.  I warned the kids, especially Caitlin, not to put anything near the window because it might blow out. That lead to a social responsibility discussion about how we don't throw anything out of the window of a moving car. Not paper, not diapers, not toys. Then Brandon added this:

"And especially not cats!"

Um, yeah. Not cats. Especially not cats.

It's a good suggestion - one that everyone would agree with. But - not cats? Seriously, where on earth did he get that from?


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Thursday, December 14, 2006

Sidelined by a Question

We were singing "Silent Night" in the car on the way home today when Brandon completely sidelined me with the following question:

Mommy, what's a virgin?

Wow.

I thought I had a few more years before I needed to answer that question! I'm still not sure what to tell a 3 year old. So, I told him that a virgin is someone who hasn't had a baby. I thought that was good until I heard his little voice again, from the back seat:

Mommy, boys can't be virgins.

Help!