Nathan-ism's

Nathan drew big dinosaur footprints on the wall with sidewalk chalk. I said, "don't draw on the walls. If you want to draw, go get some paper." His response, "but Mom, dinosaur footprints won't fit on paper!"


 

 

Nathan: “Mom! Miles is on the table”

I get him off the table, and say, “No, Miles!”

Nathan “He doesn’t go on the table ‘cause he’s not food-right, Mom?”

Turns to Miles and scolds “Miles, stay off the table! You’re not food!”

Nathan: Mom I’m a good pooper!

 

Nathan: Mom, my teeth are mad at me.

Me: Why?

Nathan: Because I ate dirt all night long.

Me: Why would you eat dirt?

Nathan: Because you wouldn’t feed me.

Nathan looks at cousin Dave, confused, then asks....”Why are you so black?”

Dave “because I’m your Black cousin Dave.”

Nathan: “Ok. Are you going to let me fish with that?”(Dave was fixing a fishing pole)

Dave “Yeah, but not right now.”

Nathan runs excitedly over to the end of the dock where I was and yells with his hands in the air..

“Mom! I’m going to get to fish! Just not right now!”

Me: ”Ok. Yay!“