|Jonah, practicing anonymity.|
And, January is four months away! So, today I bring you Crazy Stuff Jonah Has Said.
"Mom, I love you more than a giant eel with teeth."
"Don't say 'butt head' to a five year old 'cuz he's just gunna say it back."
"Mom, you are wonderful. You are like a flower to me."
When I serve cheese sandwiches, he calls them "prison food."
When I found him in his room, wrapped in a quilt buried under an upturned laundry basket (with the laundry still in it) I asked him what he was doing. "Having a think." He thought like that for two hours. I kept checking to see if he went to sleep. Nope. "Still thinking, Mom." Finally, wondering if this was some cry for attention, I went in and sat with him. After a few minutes, I asked him what he was thinking about. He had this elaborate story about knights and robots and a baby and some kid of battle. The boy was actually in there thinking.
Mom: I love you so much. You have no idea.
Jonah: That's not true. I have lots of ideas.
Jonah: What do paleontologists study?
Jonah: Not anymore. The dinosaurs are all dead.
Well, that's all I can come up with today. But, don't worry, I will try to get as much posted before the deadline. And if you are worried that Jonah's future precociousness will go undocumented, don't be. I keep a private blog just for him, because I know that when he gets past the self-consciousness of being him, he is going to want to read all of this stuff.