Yesterday when picking up Bry at school, his teachers stopped me, saying they had to share two amusing things that Bry had said. First, he apparently announced, apropos of nothing, "Bry's mom goes really fast!" Sure I do. And second, in response to a book about frustrated children who can't complete any of the tasks that they'd like to (it's not as dreary as it sounds), Bry asserted, "Bry can do everything!" and then started counting as high as he could. His self-esteem is apparently still very much intact.
And then this evening, our conversation in relation to a picture of people on horseback in the book Our Animal Friends at Maple Farm:
Bry: What are those people doing?
Mama: They're riding the horses. People do that sometimes.
Bry: Why?
Mama: Um, because horses can run really fast and some people find it fun to ride them. See those ropes? They're called reins; people use them to steer the horses, to tell them which way to go.
Bry: Because horses don't have steering wheels!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Two More Since Nap Time
Upon waking from his nap, the first thing Bry said was, "Sheeps don't have hands!" You're right on that one, kiddo.
And later, spelling his name: "B-R-Y-S-O-N-Exclamation point!" Sounds about right.
And later, spelling his name: "B-R-Y-S-O-N-Exclamation point!" Sounds about right.
From the Mouths of Babes
Recently, Bry has been conjuring up some interesting theories about the world and how it works, as well as the parameters within which he'd like it to operate. He's also just been saying some funny things. Here's a sampling of some of his more endearing thoughts:
On giraffes: "The mama giraffe has a baby giraffe in her tummy. That's why she's so tall."
On being asked if he'd like a sister or brother: "Someday."
On what he'd like for dinner at grandma and grandpa's house: "Ribs. And corn and broccoli. And bacon."
On mimicking mama, who commented one day, "What's up with all of this traffic?": "What is up with it?"
On being asked what he did at school: "All of the things." Or, "No."
On the physiology of turtles: "Turtle is drinking water. It's going in his shell. Turtles don't make BMs."
On the physiology of people: "The food goes in your mouth. Then in your tummy. Then in your little intestine. Then in your large intestine. Then out your bottom!"
On being asked not to yell: "BRY WANTS TO YELL!"
On being chastised for further yelling: "Bry is being respectful!"
On the seasons: "All the snow is melted! It's springtime!"
On being told that 47 is not the same as 74 (for example): "Bry wants it to be 74!"
On being persuaded to start any new activity: "Bry not want to [insert activity here]!"
On being told it's time to stop said activity: "Bry not want to stop [insert activity here]!"
On being asked why he is throwing a toy, a stuffed animal, a blanket, etc.: "Because Bry is throwing it!"
There's just no arguing with that kind of logic.
On giraffes: "The mama giraffe has a baby giraffe in her tummy. That's why she's so tall."
On being asked if he'd like a sister or brother: "Someday."
On what he'd like for dinner at grandma and grandpa's house: "Ribs. And corn and broccoli. And bacon."
On mimicking mama, who commented one day, "What's up with all of this traffic?": "What is up with it?"
On being asked what he did at school: "All of the things." Or, "No."
On the physiology of turtles: "Turtle is drinking water. It's going in his shell. Turtles don't make BMs."
On the physiology of people: "The food goes in your mouth. Then in your tummy. Then in your little intestine. Then in your large intestine. Then out your bottom!"
On being asked not to yell: "BRY WANTS TO YELL!"
On being chastised for further yelling: "Bry is being respectful!"
On the seasons: "All the snow is melted! It's springtime!"
On being told that 47 is not the same as 74 (for example): "Bry wants it to be 74!"
On being persuaded to start any new activity: "Bry not want to [insert activity here]!"
On being told it's time to stop said activity: "Bry not want to stop [insert activity here]!"
On being asked why he is throwing a toy, a stuffed animal, a blanket, etc.: "Because Bry is throwing it!"
There's just no arguing with that kind of logic.
State of the Bry Address
A lot of things have happened in the life of Bry and company. Things that I might have blogged about, had I not been knee-deep in articles and documents, and other assorted dissertation paraphernalia. Instead of re-living every moment of our lives over the past six weeks, I thought I'd summarize the major talking points (not necessarily in chronological order):
- We went to the zoo. Bry saw giraffes. Then he wanted to see elephants, but there weren't any.
- We went to Wood Lake. Daddy broke the ice on the lake with his foot. Bry wanted to go inside.
- We walked to Minnehaha Creek. Bry shouted, "1, 2, 3, Go!" and threw rocks and other detritus into the water.
- We went to MoA. Bry rode on the carousel. He wanted to ride again, but we told him he couldn't because we had to go eat at McDonald's.
- We attended a potluck dinner at Bry's daycare. We discovered that Bry is unique in eating his weight in fruit each day. Bry found the fact that we were eating in the gym hilarious. He jumped on the trampoline.
- We went to the Children's Museum. Bry climbed on Clifford, the Big Red Dog. He touched a corn snake. He declared, "There's too much kids here."
- We took a trip to Office Depot. Bry endured an hour of hunting for a printer by reading off all of the letters and numbers he could see and rearranging all of the claim cards for the electronics. We put them all back in their proper places before we left.
- Nana and Gong-Gong visited. We stayed in a "rotel," played at Edinborough Park, went swimming, and had dim sum. We did not jump on the beds at the hotel, because "only monkeys jump on the bed."
- We went to Grandma and Grandpa's house. Bry pushed all of the buttons on "noisy bulldozer" and leapt, terrified, onto the couch. He ate ribs with much gusto.
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