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funny little things

Nov. 11, 2009 No Comments Posted under: Friends, Jack Sayz

The first, from Jack. I was commenting that the nasty carved pumpkins are molding and need to go in the trash. Jack said, “That’s a good job for daddy. Daddy likes gross stuff, that’s what he is a lawyer.” A text message from our favorite viking neighbor midwife mom: “Just drove by your house, Annike [...]

D: what do you like best about school? Jack: group work, cuz it’s when you learn the most. D: what is group work? Is is when you do your letters and your addition and subtraction? Jack: yes, mostly they ask like 20 + 20, 40. And 40 + 40, 80. And they ask 100 + [...]

On Friday, Jack will turn five. Five. Ouch. This morning Jack says, “I’m not even 5 yet and I totally look like I’m 10. I feel like I am 16.” Great.

4 going on 14

May. 7, 2009 No Comments Posted under: Jack Sayz

Jack finished brushing his teeth and said, “mom, I feel like I’m going to be a teenager soon.” Ha. I ask what he means by that. “Well, im already 4 1/2, and then I will be 4 3/4, and then 5, then 5 1/4….”

Commercial: ‘women’s basketball championship’ Jack: ‘women’s basketball championship?!?!? What are they talking about? Womens can’t play basketball!’ – DJ

overheard

Feb. 12, 2009 No Comments Posted under: Jack Sayz

Mary: Jack, what does spooky mean? Jack: dark, not pretty, kinda scary. . . Mary: is it a bad word? Jack: No. Idiot is a bad word.

overheard

Feb. 5, 2009 No Comments Posted under: Casa de Harmeling, Jack, Jack Sayz

I was hiding in the hallway evesdropping on Jack and the viking-boy, I am not sure what started it but this is what I heard: Jack: My dad is not the boss of this house. My mom is, and then Otis. Sorren: Does he know? (I dont know if Sorren was referrring to DJ or [...]

We are loving our new viking neighbors. They moved in early August 08, after being transferred from Michigan and house hunting for several months, but our own summer drama distracted us from getting to know them. We call them the vikings because if their ridiculous Nordicness (that’s word, I swear.) First you have the names [...]

Jack: “daddy isnt even a mamal, sicne he doesnt have hair.” Tatum: “Im even going to invte you to my birthday (which is in 5 months), all of them”

While on the potty Jack tells me that “poop goes down the drains and pipes out to Mars and then to the space. But the red poop goes into volcanoes to make lava, and that’s hot.”