I needed to write down a couple of hilarious things that B has said over the past couple of weeks. The kid comes up with some downright doozies!
As I have mentioned before, the poor little guy has asked for a sister for eons now. It breaks my heart that he thinks a sister would be more likely to talk and play with him. He's also been saying to me that 'maybe when M is eight he will talk. Do eight-year-olds have autism, Mom?' But I digress. This is about the funny stuff, not the sad stuff.
A couple of weeks ago he asked the other half, again, if he could have a sister. Unfortunately, the other half's typical response is 'go ask your mother.' So in he trotted to me as I was working on my laptop to ask for a sister. When I told him it just wasn't that simple he said, 'Yes, it is! Just go to sister.com!' Ahhh...he is too much.
The next story I heard secondhand from the other half. A little background info: I, with the mouth only the daughter of a sailor could have, have been making great attempts to say other words beside the four-letter ones that generally are so satisfying to say. Instead of saying 'shit' I have started saying 'shish kabob.' And instead of exclaiming the word that starts with an 'f' and rhymes with 'duck,' I have been exclaiming (with great frequency, I now realize) 'Jay-sus!' Now, I was raised a fine Catholic girl. I realize taking the Lord's name in vain is frowned upon (even if I do put a slightly different inflection on that first syllable), but I figure that the Lord thinks it's better to exclaim his name than to curse, right? Well...apparently Mr. B was frustrated the other day and copied my exclamation. The other half looked at him and said, 'What did you say? That's not a nice thing for little boy's to go around yelling.' Without missing a beat, B looked at him and said, 'I said 'cheese sauce,' Dad!'
So now I'm going to be saying 'cheese sauce' instead of 'Jay-sus' when I'm frustrated.
This is particularly funny to the other half and I because I have always been told of a story of when he was a little boy and angrily yelled 'God!' in front of his Dad. When his Dad asked him to repeat what he'd said, he told him, 'I said 'Hod!' I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but B beats his Dad on creativity!