What your kids say when you aren't listening...

On the way home today...

(talking to his friend Dylan, in the car)
P: I don't want to talk anymore, I just wanna sit back and watch the rain fall.

(passing the vacuum store on Cooper)
P: Dylan, will you buy me one of those when you get bigger? (Yes.) Which one should I get? The green one?

(passing Putt Putt)
P: Dylan, that's where my grandpa and me used to go. You know my grandpa? The bald-headed one? We used to go there.

(just driving, right before spotting the Charger)
P: Let's play superheros. I'll be the bad guy and you be the good guy. (I don't want to play that.) Me either.

(just spotted the lime green Dodge Charger)
P: Dylan, instead of that other thing, will you buy me one of THOSE? (Yeah!) Will you steal it for me? While they are sleepin? You can be a little sneaker and drive it over to my house. (I can't drive!) When you get bigger! Will you steal it though? (Yeah!) Good!

(passing the grocery store)
P: Dylan, will you steal everything out of that store? (Yeah.) Woo hoo! Go Dylan!

We bought Preston's halloween costume this weekend -Snake Eyes from GI Joe.

He's a ninja. Preston loves ninjas. Of course, he wanted to try it on. I figured he wouldn't go for it , the costume has a full face covering, and he's really not that big on masks. He loved it. LOVED. IT.

Loved it so much, he wanted to wear it out of the dressing room.

Do you know how hard it is to convince those stores to let your 4 year old wear a costume out of the dressing room? It's hard...but not impossible. :) We got the costume home, without taking it off. He looks super cute in it - and that's not even the best part.

Snake Eyes is a ninja that took a vow of silence. P knows this, because he and Albert went to see the movie; I, on the other hand, had no idea. So when P is sitting practically silent unless forced to answer, I start wondering what's going on. The kid said 10 words over an hour time period - and he was bouncing off the walls hyper before he put the costume on. I suppose it's similar to that week around Halloween last year that he made us refer to him as Tony Stark when he wasn't wearing his Iron Man costume...either way, I love this costume, too. :)

I'm brown. You're brown. We're all brown...except for you.

Teeball team pictures came in on Saturday.



P: I like him (Albert) and him (BFF-Dylan), but no one else.



Me: What?! Why?



P: Because they are different from me, and I don't like people that are different.



Me: Um, how are they different?



P: I'm brown. They aren't brown, so they are different, so I don't like them.



Me: (momentarily speechless) Uh, I'm not sure why you don't like people that are different, because we learn cool stuff from people that are different from us - but honey, Dylan is definitely NOT brown.



P: Yes, he is. I'm brown. Daddy is brown. Dylan is brown. No one else is brown, so I don't like them.



Me: Um, K***** is brown.



P: (inspecting picture) He's not looking at the camera, so he's different. That's why I don't like him.



Me: I think it's really bad that you're judging people for being different from you, but babe, you like a lot of people that are NOT brown. Grandma isn't brown. Duckie isn't brown. Aunt Steph isn't brown....



P: Yes, they are. (starts naming everyone he likes) They are ALLLLL brown.



Me: Preston, all of those people are not brown. Look at Dylan's picture - he is NOT brown.



P: (looking) Yes, he is.



This is a picture of Preston and Dylan...

I realize the color is a little bad, but you can tell - Dylan is NOT brown. His mom will even tell you - he's practically albino. Dylan has a TAN LINE in this picture (of course, you can't see it) - so that's about as brown as D will ever get.

I'm not sure where he's picking all of this up from - but I'm not sure I even know what it means with the albino is a brown kid.