Strudel: I don’t feel good.
Me: Oh no. What’s wrong.
Strudel: My brains are starting to move.
Me: What? Show me.
Strudel: It hurts! My brains are starting to move!
Me: Where?
Strudel: (points to armpit) Here!
Me: WHUT.
Strudel has been banned off crayons for a few days as she colored all over the wall, fridge, table, and floor. I swear she just does it to make her sister have kittens. So last night our babysitter told me that she let her use crayons, and said that Strudel told her she was not banned. Apparently she began coloring and said a few minutes in, “Being banned off crayons sucks.”
Franny could barely form a grammatically correct sentence at almost three, poor little poodle. Franny was saying things like, “Her is a cat. MEOOOW.” Strudel asks about signs and writing on my shirt. Strudel is all new and Technicolor to me. They are SO different. Strudel is SO WEIRD.
Holy smokes too too funny. I agree, being banned from crayons TOTALLY sucks. Now, I wonder, does she have a good alibi for torching the street of dreams? Do YOU?
Strudel reminds me of a boy I used to babysit. He dug up all his mother’s newly planted seedlings, and when she asked him about it, he denied it vehemently. Then his dad came home and said “Little A, did you do that with your shovel?” And Little A said “Yes! And a stick, too!”
His mother and mine made a movie for their students about moral development, and Little A was always the example of the kid who had no idea what a lie was, even after he was supposedly old enough to know. When asked the classic question about the kid who said an elephant made the mess in his room, “Was the boy naughty?” Little A replied, “No. The elephant was.”
AH! The Street of Dreams. I had never heard of that til last night, I swear.
That child makes me laugh til I sniffle.
She and my Ez should get together and mural the whole house, and then deny that they even know how to HOLD crayons. “Crayy? Onz? Was ist?”
if by WEIRD you mean BEAUTIFUL. then yes….
Heh. I love little-kid speech, when it’s crazy precise and grammatical, and when it’s not.
On a related note (“Being banned off crayons sucks”), my little cousin was trying to put something together, and when it fell apart he all of a sudden said, completely naturally and with the same emphasis an adult would use, “For the love of Christ!” But in a squeaky little-kid voice. I almost died trying to not laugh (his mom would have killed me). It’s become my new favorite phrase. Said in a squeaky voice, of course.
For the love of Christ! I am sitting at a computer in the library, and I just FELL OFF MY CHAIR!
Are you sure she didn’t get banned off of the crayons for eating them? (thinking her brains are in her armpit) Wait until she starts using expletaives appropriatley, like all natural. And when they are talking so clear so little they NEVER are quiet again. And you wish for 5 minutes that they would be, or at least say something you totally couldn’t understand.
Friggin adorable. Kids are so lovable, from a distance of course. =)
#1 i would like to get strudel to hang with MY ez (bubs)and show him howz the little people talk!
#2 she is right. being banned from crayons DOES suck totally.