A Patrick Funny Story

I can only think of funny things Patrick did this week. The tides must be turning.

Patrick isn't really talking yet, at all. That is what makes this extra funny.
The other day, James came walking past Patrick and reached out and took his toy out of his hands on the way by.
Patrick was MAD! So mad that he put his hands on his hips and squatted down a little and seriously chewed out James.
Complete gibberish, mind you, but yelled and let him have it just the same.
So, I said to James, "Ooohhh! He told you!"
And James said, "What? What did he tell me?"
Maybe it's better that we don't know . . .

Giant

James' teacher at church was sick yesterday, so her adult son was their substitute teacher. He is a very tall man. Like 6'6", 6'7" . . . I don't know . . . anything past 6'2" is too high for me to gauge from my 5'5" perspective. Suffice to say, he is really, really tall. And not a bean pole either. So, after church, James said to me, "Mom! My teacher is a giant! He must be 99 years old!" You know, 'cause James thinks you just keep growing taller your whole life.

Gooda Haver

We went out to lunch with Mike yesterday. After lunch, we were getting in the car and Mike told the kids to be good and have good behavior.
A few moments later, James asked, "Where are we going?"
Me: "Uh, home."
James: "Where we going a gooda haver?"
Me: "What?"
James: "Where we going a gooda haver?"
Mike: "What?"
Me: "Gooda haver?"
Mike: "He thinks you're going somewhere because I told him to have good behavior."
Yep. Gooda haver. So glad James understands what we're talking about. Ha.

p.s. Here's Nate's email reply:
That's probably about how I will be with my English when I get back.... I'll have to learn some things over again.