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 . . ."
MOMENT OF EPIPHANY
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.)

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.

All the Way Down to My Feet

It was time for bed a couple of nights ago, and James told Mike that he was hungry. It's usually true since James is too busy all day to eat much of anything, but it's also a great stall tactic. Mike: "I think you're okay. You had dinner." James (while pushing on his tummy): "Look Dad. My tummy's so empty." Then, motioning from his tummy to his feet, James said, "I'n hungry all the way down to my feet."

Nice Fingers

So, the reason I have been so behind on posting James funny stories as of late, is because last week James was throwing up for three days, followed by four days of the runs. Patrick started last week with the runs (which has continued) and then started throwing up on Tuesday (this has also continued). Analise had a brief stint with the puking in the middle of the night on Wednesday. James and Analise are better. Patrick is not. Genevieve seems to have miraculously avoided it (so far). And I am still trying to catch up on our regular laundry, since the washer and dryer have been in a continuous state of emergency laundering for two weeks now. Oh, and the baths! Our water bill is going to be scary this month.

Anyway, several days of the runs will give a kid a sore bottom. I had been putting vaseline on the affected area for James after his many baths everyday. One night, I was gone and Mike gave James a bath. When he got out he asked Mike to put some "medicine" on his ouchy bottom. So, Mike rubbed some vaseline on him. Then James said, "Mommy's fingers are nicer."

Ten Dollars!

So, I'm a little behind on my posts. Here's one from our trip to Disneyland last month.

While on Pirate's of the Caribbean, James noticed was checking out the mountains of gold coins and leaned over to tell Uncle Brian, "That's a lotta money! It must be ten dollars!"

Hymn #?

This past week at church, James and I were out in the foyer and James found a hymn book. He was flipping through it for awhile and then looked up at me and asked, “Mom, which one is Eye of the Tiger?”

Dirty Stuff

James went to get ready for bed a few days ago and came out looking like he had soot on his face, as if he had been playing in the fireplace or something. So, I asked him, "James? What's all over your face?" To which he replied very matter of factly, "Dirty stuff."