Bird Brain and Other Sayings
Yesterday while we were driving to school, a bird swooped down in front of our car, narrowly missing our grill. From the backseat, the boys began to speculate what things would have looked like had we hit the bird.
Henry: There'd probably be smushed feathers everywhere.
Thomas: Yeah, it'd be a mess.
Henry: And probably some bird poop too. And you'd probably drive away with this song stuck in your head that you just couldn't help whistling.
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Our most recent cereal box came with superhero accessories on the back. The kids have been counting the days until we finished the cereal so they could cut them out. Today was the day. Thomas has been flinging a tiny Bat grappling hook, Cora wore a Green Lantern mask, and Henry wore a Cyborg emblem around his neck. Just before school, Micah told him he might want to take it off.
Micah: You don't want it to get bent or broken at school.
Henry: Yeah, and I wouldn't want to confuse my friends and have them think I'm the real Cyborg, either!
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No matter how many times I try to explain, the boys can't get their minds around the fact that we don't keep growing as we age.
Thomas: Mom, when I'm a hundred, I'll probably be up taller than those trees!
Henry: There'd probably be smushed feathers everywhere.
Thomas: Yeah, it'd be a mess.
Henry: And probably some bird poop too. And you'd probably drive away with this song stuck in your head that you just couldn't help whistling.
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Our most recent cereal box came with superhero accessories on the back. The kids have been counting the days until we finished the cereal so they could cut them out. Today was the day. Thomas has been flinging a tiny Bat grappling hook, Cora wore a Green Lantern mask, and Henry wore a Cyborg emblem around his neck. Just before school, Micah told him he might want to take it off.
Micah: You don't want it to get bent or broken at school.
Henry: Yeah, and I wouldn't want to confuse my friends and have them think I'm the real Cyborg, either!
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No matter how many times I try to explain, the boys can't get their minds around the fact that we don't keep growing as we age.
Thomas: Mom, when I'm a hundred, I'll probably be up taller than those trees!
