Mama, what are you most afraid of?

Well Jude...when I your age I was afraid of a lot of things.
Yeah, like what? What real things were you afraid of?
Well... like cockroaches...
And what else?
Well... monsters... and sometimes elevators....
You mean because of the doors closing on you?
That sort of thing. One time grandma Leen was yellin at me to get out of the elevator and she was already out and I was afraid the doors would close because I had waited too long.
Yeah, and what else?
Well... I was afraid of bullies...
What kind of bullies?

We went on for a while about bullies.
Yeah, and what else were you afraid of when you were little?
Well... the dark sometimes...

This went on for a while. I thought of everything I could think of.

Mama? We're you ever afraid of a glove that moved all by itself?

I'm sure I was, honey.
How about a candle floating in the air?
For sure.

After that we moved on to Mama, tell me about the times you got in trouble and tell me about the times you got sick.

Mama, why can't you use cell phones on planes?

Well, Jude, because they need all the air fresh up there....

Mama, that doesn't mean nothing...  How can talking on the phones make the air bad?

THey need all the air they can use to fly the plane...

I still don't get it.

.... Well, all the sound waves need all the air space they need to fly the plane....

Oh, I get this...

Royalty

Hey Mama! Guess what?

What honey?

I am the king and you are the queen!

That's sweet Jude.

Yeah. The king lives in the front of the house and the queen lives in the back of the house.

Some things he said and did on the last day of kindergarten so far...

ate his cheerios breakfast on the floor out of his "cat bowls" as requested. One full of Cheerios, the other full of water. He's been doing this a good couple years now

"when we go camping this summer can we live there on that mountain all summer?"

"Dada gets me water when I ask for it at the Red House"

"Hows' my little woman?" (responding to me inquiring "how's my little man?")

"We want love, we bring love, namaste"

made thank you cards for teachers, after some resistance

more to come...

A Facebook thingy from Dada

which he forwarded to me since I think he is the funniest writing man alive today...

My son: "Can you destroy love?"
Me: "No."
My son: "I know how to destroy love."
Me: "How?"
My son: "You get vinegar and baking soda and flour and you ... "

"Were They Confetti Bombs?"

says it all, really.

Portrait of Mama

"Here, Mama, here?"

"Cute, honey. Who is it?"

"You!"

"Me? Oh how sweet! Is that a headband?"

"No! That's your forehead."

"My forehead?" 

"Yes, sometimes you get those lines on it. See just like that! Do it again, Mama. Show me your lines!"

"Thanks Jude."

Yesterday while playing with one of his little bff's, his little friend asked if they could watch "Little Red Rascals."  !!!!    Reminded me of the time Jude asked if we could stop for lunch at "Old McDonalds..."