Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Rachel in the Red Shirt

Every night during bathtime, Isaac and I have a little rundown convo about his day. We talk about school, what he learned, what he did, all the fun stuff. Sometimes he will sing songs to me or demonstrate new counting or spelling skills. He often talks about his friends, Conner Man, Nate Dog, Ronnie, and Diva (yes, I know. These names deserve an entire post of their own). Last night was a bit different. 

Isaac told me Rachel was playing with his trains. I commented how nice it was that he was sharing toys at school. He replied that Rachel was playing with his trains upstairs. Rachel in the red shirt. 

I had no reply. He told me all about Rachel who LIVES IN HIS PLAYROOM and plays trains with him. 

After he was done with the bath, I asked him to show me where Rachel was. He started up the stairs and then pointed to the top. "Rachel is right there!" 

I told him there was no one there, and then he responded that it was because she was in his room now. We continued into his room, where he immediately ran to the playroom door and asked me to turn on the light so he could see Rachel. He looked around the room and then walked in. 

"Rachel is in my tent!" 

I again explained to him there was no one there. 

"Where did she go, Mama?"

He proceeded to look for Rachel until I distracted him with fruit snacks and Curious George. 

And promptly text my husband that we needed to move. 

Saturday, February 4, 2012

The Baby Store

The following are actual conversations that took place in the Lahman household. As the mother of an impetuous, free-willed three year-old, you know I can't make this kind of stuff up.

Me: Ok, Isaac, Mama is going to brush her teeth and put on her shoes so we can go to the Dr.

Isaac: Right, go to dr. Then we have to go to the store to get the babies.

Me: The babies? We have to do what?

Isaac: The babies. At the baby store.

Me: ....the.....BABY store?

Isaac: Yep. We have to get our babies from the baby store.

Me. BabIES? Like, more than one? How many babies?

Isaac: Two. We have to get two babies from the baby store.

Me: We have TWO babies at the baby store?!

Isaac: (looking at me like I am crazy). Yes, Mama.

Me: Ok, well....let's have this conversation with your dad when he gets home....

So silly me, I am thinking that Isaac is going to completely forget this bizarre exchange. However, when Ben got home....

Isaac: Daddy! We have to get our babies from the baby store!

Ben: (Looks up at me) WHAT?

Isaac: Yep, two ones. Two babies. At the baby store.

Ben: what?!

Me: Yeah that is what I said.

Although I am sure Isaac was just being imaginative or talking about some toy or the babies at his school, a teeny part of me believes Isaac somehow knows that we will have 2 more children. How he would know this, I do not begin to fathom.

Kids say the darnedest things, don't they?