Thursday, February 25, 2010

More Good Stuff from the Table

A few of the recent conversations in our household....

This one over dinner tonite, which was meatball lasagna --
Laurence: Do meatballs come from cows?
Me: Yes, if they're beef meatballs they are made from meat from cows.
Laurence: But I thought cows only made milk.
Me: Well, dairy cows give us milk, beef cows give us meat.
Laurence: But why don't we get milk from all cows, since they all have those pink things that hang down?
Me: Umm....

And this one out of the blue the other day, no particular setting --
Laurence: All people in Oklahoma have mustaches.
Me: Really?
Laurence: Yes. I know they do. And some have cowboy hats.
Me: I see.

That's all I have time for right now...


Thursday, February 11, 2010

Overheard at the Dinner Table

While I love taking the time to write my usual 2 to 3 paragraph posts, the additional person in this house, though small, has made using the computer beyond a few minutes at a time rather difficult these days. I feel like I've let so many questions and comments slip by that would normally appear here. So, here is my first of probably many short yet thought-provoking "overheard at the dinner table" (actually it's a dinner counter at our house) posts:

Mom, why do grandpas and grandmas seem to have skin that is too big for their bones? Mine is tanner than my grandpa's, and it seems to fit me a lot better.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

State your Name & Age, Please

If you've seen Loic recently you've undoubtedly been asked the all-important question, "What your name?" He asks everyone he encounters, regardless of whether he knows their name or not. Strangers, friends, people on TV...they all get interrogated until they answer. And even then, he may ask again, just to be sure. In fact, though he knows BOTH of my names, Mommy & Jan, he asks me this very question at least 15 times a day. Life is all about names right now.

Last night as the boys were heading upstairs Bill says, "Goodnight Laurence. Goodnight Loic. Goodnight Cooper!" (My maiden name, by which he calls me frequently. Sometimes Cooper, sometimes Coop. No, I wasn't really going to bed, but this has become a cruel little joke between us since the baby was born and I have no true bedtime. Funny. Ha, ha.) Loic stops mid-stairway and says, "Mommy, Dad said, 'Goodnight Cooper.'" Though he's heard him call me this thousands of times, it was understandably puzzling him because of his recent obsession with names. Laurence chimes in before I have a chance, "Cooper was Mommy's last name before she married Daddy." "Oh!" was all Loic said. He was satisfied.

The conversation with Laurence took an unexpected turn, however. As he climbed into bed he said, "When I find someone I want to marry, how will I find out how old they are?" I told him this is something you usually discuss early on when you meet someone, but of course I had to ask him why this was on his mind. "Well," he said, "I DEFINITELY want to marry a girl younger than me. So, I will need to ask her how old she is first." Still not following, I said, "OK, but why?" Silly of me not to know...."BECAUSE I want her to have MY last name after we get married." What? But, I didn't pursue it any further. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation....nah, this is just life thru the eyes of a six-year-old.
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