Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Yellow People

Mike just turned on the Lakers game and James said, "Papa always likes the yellow people."

Sunday, April 25, 2010


I was off enjoying a much anticipated girls weekend in Seattle yesterday, so this story is via Mike.

James got up and went downstairs to wake up Mike wearing only his dinosaur swim trunks. He proceeded to tell Mike, "It's a very sunny day today and there's a lot of energy." I've tried explaining to him that sunny doesn't always equal hot outside, but he just wants to go swimming.

Friday, April 16, 2010

The Green General Fit

Gramma and Grampa babysat for us tonight while we went out to a movie sans children.
On the way home James asked: "Mom, what's the green general fit called?"
I asked him to repeat his question thinking that I must have misheard him, but his question was the same, "What's the green general fit called?"
Further investigation was needed. James is currently completely obsessed with everything Star Wars, so I started there. I asked, "Is it on Star Wars?"
James: "Yeh-ess!" (Translation: Duh!)
Me: "Is it on your game or on the movie?"
James: "The movie!" (Tone: Duh!)
Me: "I think you need to ask Daddy, "cause I don't know."
James: "Dad, what's the green general fit called?"
Mike: "Uhhh . . ."
Me: "Jango Phet?"
Mike: "Ohhh . . ."
James: "Yeah, but the green one."
Mike: "You mean Bobo Phet."
James: "Yes! He gets in the big mouth and it eats him!"

What did you talk about the last time you were driving home?

(This conversation reminded me of our friends' son who used to call General Grievous, Jennifer Grievous. Maybe General Fit and Jennifer Grievous should get together.)

Friday, April 2, 2010

I Like That Guy

A conversation with James a couple of days ago . . .

James: Mom, sometimes I hit people. Jesus doesn't hit people. I'n not gonna hit the girls anymore and I'n not gonna hit Patrick anymore.

Me: That's good. You're right. Jesus doesn't hit people.

James: Yeah, I like that guy. Is Jesus gonna come to our house after I stop hitting?

Me: No, I don't think so.

James: Oh, he lives far, far away?

Me: Yes, he lives in heaven.

James: Like Uncle Nate has to take three planes from Brazil.