mini me Monday: Hendrik-isms, v.3

I live with a 4-year-old who pretty much never stops talking - and as long as it's not whining or wheedling (these things most definitely happen), it's pretty much always really amusing. A few recent gems, along with some outtake-type photos from our fall family session, to really showcase the goofiness of this kid:

Upon getting wet and chilled at the golf course: I need a blanket. I'm as cold as winter!

The next day, sun streaming through the window in the car: I'm too hot. I'm like Florida!

Riding in the car, discussing whether the posted speed limit was fast or slow: Many highways in New York are 80 and 90 speed limit. Oh, really? Who told you that? I just made it up.

After having been told that no, he couldn't get something from the vending machine at the library: When I get big, and I go to the library to get grownup books, then I'm going to choose to get something from that snack machine.

On his beverage preferences: I only like to drink warm things if they're chocolate. Otherwise I don't like warm milk at all, nowadays.

The day's "pretend" scenario on a random morning: Some families have two moms and some have two dads, so daddy and I can be the two daddy tigers, and you're the baby tiger (you're just a BIG baby). Thanks. And daddy and I will show you which plant you're allowed to eat when you're 31.  ?....?

Upon receiving a response to a request that "maybe we could do that on a night mommy's gone at bedtime": Mommy, do you need a ladies' night out?

On his future career aspirations: I'm going to be a cookie decorator when I grow up, and I'm going to use your kitchen! Oh, really? You're not going to move out? Even to go to college? No, I won't need to go to college - I'm not going to decorate them THAT fancy. I'll just use sprinkles.

But he does have a business plan: I'm going to put a snow plow on the front of my delivery van so that I can bring my cookies to the grocery store first thing in the morning, even if there's snow.

Previous career goals: I'm going to go to medical school to be a doctor, and then a construction worker when I'm too old to be a doctor.


Reported to me after coming home from school:
We're Earthlings and North Americans.

People who live on the bottom of the earth don't fall off, because the earth is a giant magnet! So their feet stick to it. Hmmm, he almost comprehended that lesson.


Funny phrases peppering his conversations lately:
Okay, Mommy, if you say so. Yes, I do.

I just noticed something... By which he actually means, I just realized something.