Out of the mouth of my babe

A few things Biscuit has been saying lately:


I love his explanations: "Mom, do you know what a knight is? A knight is a man that when someone needs to be rescued, he does it. That's what a knight is." 


He didn't say it yet: Sometimes Biscuit learns new things, and we just look at him in awe, wondering where and how he learned such a thing. 

And then there are times that he learns new things, and you wish his brain was like a computer desktop, where you could click on the newly-learned-behavior file hit delete! 

One such delete-worthy thing happened the other night when I called him to dinner. 

"Biscuit, dinner is ready," I said. "Come to the table." 

"But I didn't say I was hungry yet," Biscuit said. "I have to say I'm hungry before it's time to eat dinner." 

So I stood there and stared at him as he shifted his weight back and forth from foot to foot. 

"Mom, I'm hungry," Biscuit said.  

So let me get this straight. Less than a minute ago, he wasn't hungry, which meant he couldn't come to dinner. Then his state of hunger magically changed over the course of a minute? 

And it doesn't end there. I've also heard, "I didn't say I was thirsty yet, Mom," and "I didn't say I was tired yet, Mom," and "I didn't say I was ready to go yet, Mom." 

At what point to I get to shake him?!? 


Out of sorts: Biscuit, Jeff and I were riding in the car, and I scolded Jeff about tailgating. A few seconds went by and Biscuit said, "Don't get in a fuss, Mom." 


A nice helper: Biscuit came running into the living room this evening pinching his index finger and thumb together. "Mom, Mom, this nice hermit crab got the booger out of my nose. He's a good helper."

I can't comment on this last item because frankly, I was (and still am) speechless.