From the mouths of big boys

Just a few quotes from my 2 big boys.

After a long holiday vacation, the boys and I stood at the front window, looking out and waiting for Aunt Tricia to pick Jacob up for school. Our Christmas tree lay on the curb, waiting to be picked up.
Alex asked, "When is dat garbage man gonna take our tree?"
Me: "Later this morning."

Jacob had been quiet, and then in solemn tones, remarked, "I'm going to miss Brad."
Me: "Who's Brad?"
J: "Our tree."
Me: "Oh. I didn't realize he had a name. When did you name him?"
J: "Just now."

And I thought I was the only one who gets attached to our Christmas tree every year.



Yesterday I asked Alex what color straw he would like with his drink.
Alex: "Umm, blue. No, not blue. Red! I mean, rojo.
Me: (laughing) "Rojo?"
Alex: "Yes. Dat's my Spanish."



Today, we were talking about which team sport Jacob would like to sign up for later this year. He has become very interested in football, so that one's a given. Jeff wondered about baseball, but Jacob thinks he is not very good at it because he doesn't hit the ball every time he's at bat. So Jeff explained that even the pros miss the ball sometimes.
Very politely, Jacob said, "OK, well maybe I will play baseball when I am a grown-up. And do art. And be a farmer. Because I want to milk cows. They have lots of boobies."

Only in a conversation with a 5-year old can your conversation seamlessly transition from baseball to udders.