Thursday, September 13, 2007
Berenisms (He's on a Roll)
Last night Beren says "Mommy, I love you. I wish I had a whole lot of mommies." Heather wasn't sure if she should be flattered or insulted.
Monday, September 3, 2007
Berenisms
With the 'dangerous' bees incident behind us, we did what any self-respecting parents would do in this situation,... we decided to tease Beren about wild amimals (that's his world for Animals).
Beren: What are some wild amimals, Dad?
Me: Well,... there are bunnies....
Beren: No, you silly! Bunnies are NOT dangerous!
Me: Oh,... well,... let's see... there are chipmunks...
Beren: Yeah, chipmunks!
Beren: What are some wild amimals, Dad?
Me: Well,... there are bunnies....
Beren: No, you silly! Bunnies are NOT dangerous!
Me: Oh,... well,... let's see... there are chipmunks...
Beren: Yeah, chipmunks!
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Berenisms Chapter V
(While watching an animal cartoon on TV with Dad)
Beren: Caterpillars don't really talk do they?
Dad: Nope. Animals don't talk; it's only pretend.
Beren: Dogs talk though.
Dad: They do?
Beren: Yeah, they bark.
Dad: Well yeah, but that's not really talking. They don't speak English like we do.
Beren: They speak "Barkish."
(Eating breakfast with Grandma Blanchard before going to the Oregon State Fair)
Grandma: Are you excited about seeing the animals?
Beren: What?! There aren't any animals at the fair!
Grandma: Sure there are! Cows, chickens, goats, horses . . .
Beren: Oh, farm animals. But not any dangerous animals, right? Like bees?
(Following a conversation where I had explained that our friend's mom had passed away and what all that meant. Beren approached the kitchen table 10 minute later with this concern)
Beren: Mom?
Mom: Yes?
Beren: Did she die because someone forgot to say "bless you" when she sneezed?
Mom: Uhhhh . . . no. It was a little more serious than that. You know, Beren, when I said that it's polite to say "bless you" after someone sneezes, I didn't
mean . . .
(Beren's preschool class is taking a bird watching walk. Beren is at the front of the line)
Child #1: Look at that crow!
(all children point their mini-binoculars skyward)
Child #2: Look, teacher, I found a feather!
(I collect feather for our art project)
Beren: Mom! Quick! Bring the kids. This is very unusual.
(Children gather around an automobile parked on the curb)
Beren: This car is a Toyota . . . but its hubcaps say Volkswagen!
Beren: Caterpillars don't really talk do they?
Dad: Nope. Animals don't talk; it's only pretend.
Beren: Dogs talk though.
Dad: They do?
Beren: Yeah, they bark.
Dad: Well yeah, but that's not really talking. They don't speak English like we do.
Beren: They speak "Barkish."
(Eating breakfast with Grandma Blanchard before going to the Oregon State Fair)
Grandma: Are you excited about seeing the animals?
Beren: What?! There aren't any animals at the fair!
Grandma: Sure there are! Cows, chickens, goats, horses . . .
Beren: Oh, farm animals. But not any dangerous animals, right? Like bees?
(Following a conversation where I had explained that our friend's mom had passed away and what all that meant. Beren approached the kitchen table 10 minute later with this concern)
Beren: Mom?
Mom: Yes?
Beren: Did she die because someone forgot to say "bless you" when she sneezed?
Mom: Uhhhh . . . no. It was a little more serious than that. You know, Beren, when I said that it's polite to say "bless you" after someone sneezes, I didn't
mean . . .
(Beren's preschool class is taking a bird watching walk. Beren is at the front of the line)
Child #1: Look at that crow!
(all children point their mini-binoculars skyward)
Child #2: Look, teacher, I found a feather!
(I collect feather for our art project)
Beren: Mom! Quick! Bring the kids. This is very unusual.
(Children gather around an automobile parked on the curb)
Beren: This car is a Toyota . . . but its hubcaps say Volkswagen!
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