Squink: “How old are you?”
Me: “I will be 40-something at your next birthday”.
Squink: “Mom, Oh No! You are not a teenager”.
Me: “No, I am not. Haven't been for a while”
Schatzy: “Actually Squink, do you mean in age or in how she acts?”
Squink: “Mom, did you call yourself a teenager when you were a teenager?”.
Squink is talking to the parents of a kid he hadn't met before, strangers.
Me; “Squink, stop entertaining people”.
Squink: “I want then to meet me, that's why I'm talking to them”. (granted, a whoopie cushion was involved)
I was woken up at 3:00 am by Squink saying:
“Mom, can we snuggle hug?”
It is a nice way to be woken up at such a dreadful hour.
Talking with his cousin who had a jar full of bugs.
Squink: “Look, those two are stuck together”.
Cousin: “They are mating”.
Squink: “Yeah, they're married”.
We were having lunch out when Squink grabbed the little cup with a scoop of butter on it and started eating it straight.
I asked him if he knew what was in butter, to which he replied:
Squink “Bananas. Melted bananas”
I was wiggling my fingers at him when he said:
“That's like a piano with one key”.
Squink: “You know, babies don't know where the potty is”.
Which called to mind that Squink “found” the potty in a café in Baden bei Wien which is ironic if you know what baden means.
Tonight, my facebook status reads:
“I just got to play tooth fairy for the first time… though I did tell him that before I was his mommy I used to be a full time tooth fairy. I don't think he believed me.”
I so wish I could go into more detail about this, it is terribly bitter sweet. It was not a normally lost tooth, and that is all I will say. If you know me, email I can tell you more but it is more about my still reeling from how choices affect us and our children and even our grandchildren… and though there was no real choice in any of the generational choices involved (I really do believe three generations have all made the best of the options offered) I am still reeling from this experience in that mommies take on the weight of the world when their babies hurt.
“Sometimes, when you hit your head… You will think you're somebody else”.
“Whenever you are mean, your heart gets smaller”.
So, intrigued I asked: “What happens to your heart when you are nice?”
Squink: “It get's bigger. But you don't want your heart to disappear, so be nicer”.