Monday, July 1, 2013


My child is a hoot.

So, a while ago (maybe eight months or more?...), James noticed the numbers on our house.  There's a placard by our front door, as well as one on the little wooden fence surrounding our tiny townhouse back patio.  We generally park in the parking space directly behind our fence.  One day, while getting in the car, James noticed the house numbers on the fence and began to recite them to us.  It went something like this:

James:  "I see numbers!  Four, ninety-five and seven!"
Either me or David:  "Good job!  That's our house number, 4-9-5-7."

This went on for some time, with James always throwing "ninety-five" in the middle.  (It's important to note that it's "ninety-five", rather than just nine and five because Lightning McQueen is number 95 in Cars.  We're pretty sure that this is why he says it that way.)  Eventually, the four got dropped off completely and the five turned into "fivey".  (Probably because of the "ninety" part preceding it.  This is also just our guess.)  Since then, James doesn't usually refer to it as our house or home, but rather as "ninety-fivey-seven".

So, back to present day.

Yesterday was Sunday and I woke up with a stomach bug.  I could kind of feel it coming on Saturday, so I was afraid that I'd caught something.  Since I teach in Primary, I didn't want to go to church and give it to anyone's kids, so I stayed home while David and James went to church.

When it was time for them to go downstairs and leave, I was standing at the top of the stairs while James was slowly climbing down them backwards (so that he could look at me while going down).  In the cheeriest voice I could muster under my current discomfort, I said to him, "Bye, James!  Have fun at nursery!", to which he replied, mimicking my tone with eerie exactness, "Bye, Mom!  Have fun at ninety-fivey-seven!"

We about died from laughter.  Maybe it's just funny to us because he's our crazy child, but it still makes me wonder, where did we find this kid?

1 comment:

Sarah Ragatz said...

Oh, it's cute! You don't have to be his mom to think its adorable.