Tumbo & Juby

Benjamin and Jonathan were discussing a recent jaunt into outer space.

Jonathan: And what did you do on the moon?

Benjamin: I went to Starbucks!

And you know they've been spending way too much time with me when they refer to a superhero action figure as a sculpture.

Benjamin clarified the whole human reproductive process for me: "When you were little, I put you in my belly. Then you were born."

They're on the verge of the constant "why." And Benjamin started it by asking, "What's it FER?" (which is like the sound of nails on a chalkboard for me)

And if you ask them, "Why [insert anything here]?" they grin and say either "Tumbo" or "Because juby." Which is almost as annoying as FER.

Jonah wants to know where things came from. He swept his hands across the clothes hanging in my closet and asked melodramatically, "Where. Did. All. These. Clothes. Come. From. Mama?" Um, the store, Jonah, and can we not do this in front of Dad.

Jonathan had a nasty bout of... shall we say... Montezuma's Revenge. At one point his Mom asked him how he was feeling.

"There's fire coming out of my butt, Mom," he answered.

I write this not to point out that he actually said this to his mother (!!), but only to relay Benjamin's comment afterwards: "Fire, Dad? Be careful!"

Sesame Street mania has taken hold. I found Jonah perched on a stool sticking his head between the TV and the side of the armoire. When asked what he was doing, he said, "I'm trying to see the puppet!"