Amy was out of town last week on business, so Rex had to take total care of Isaiah. That’s a first for him because he’s the one usually doing the traveling for business. One night after his bath, Isaiah decided to talk to him about one of his favorite television shows, Adventure Time.
Isaiah: Dad, why doesn’t Mom like Adventure Time?
Rex: I don’t know, Isaiah. Why do you think she doesn’t like it?
Isaiah: I don’t know. I can’t understand it. It has realistic fiction, so it “could” happen. Right?
Seriously – realistic fiction? What a crack-up he is.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Grandma, You're Gonna Miss Me...
Me: Where are you going?
Isaiah: Well, mom had her day (Mother's Day) and dad is going to have his day (Father's Day), so I'm going to have my day, too.
Me: Oh... so, what are you going to do on your day?
Isaiah: I'm going to go to Nana's house. You know, my new grandma. She lives on a farm.
Me: Yes, I know. When are you going?
Isaiah: Oh, someday soon. When dad gets back from his trip. You'll miss me while I'm gone.
Yes, I will...
Isaiah: Well, mom had her day (Mother's Day) and dad is going to have his day (Father's Day), so I'm going to have my day, too.
Me: Oh... so, what are you going to do on your day?
Isaiah: I'm going to go to Nana's house. You know, my new grandma. She lives on a farm.
Me: Yes, I know. When are you going?
Isaiah: Oh, someday soon. When dad gets back from his trip. You'll miss me while I'm gone.
Yes, I will...
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Isaiah’s Mother’s Day Prayer
I admit, the whole scene was all my fault… Rex fixed dinner for us for Mother’s Day and I asked Isaiah if he was going to say grace. He told me it was his dad’s turn. Rex said, “Go ahead, Isaiah. You can say grace.”
Isaiah: “But Dad, it’s your turn.”
Rex: “That’s OK – you go ahead this time.”
(We all held hands around the table; Isaiah, Rex, Kris [my sister], and me.)
Isaiah (after giving me and Rex the “evil eye”): (in my best Isaiah-type of pronunciation)
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please make my dad to take his turn.”
Me: :::snort:::cough:::snicker (Isaiah glared at me and pulled his hands back.): “I’m sorry, Isaiah. I needed to sneeze.”
Rex (gently coaxing Isaiah to continue): “It’s OK, Isaiah. You can keep going.”
Isaiah:
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please help me to always win.”
Me: :::snort:::cough:::bust a gut laughing (Isaiah glared at me and pulled his hands back again): “I’m sorry, Isaiah. I need to go to the bathroom. I should have gone before we sat down to eat.” (I exited the table as quickly as I could and continued laughing in the bathroom until I could compose myself. At this point, I really did have to go; I was laughing so hard that I very nearly didn’t make it to the bathroom.)
Before I came back, Rex had a side conversation with Isaiah:
Rex: “Isaiah, remember how we are supposed to pray for nice things, not always asking for stuff like winning or taking turns.”
Isaiah: “OK…”
He starts over…
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please make my grandma to not laugh.”
Kris had to cover her face and cough.
Isaiah gave her the evil eye, too and finished the prayer before I came back to the table. Kris said she’s not too sure what exactly the rest of the prayer consisted of because she was biting her lip so hard to keep from laughing that the pain was all she could concentrate on.
Isaiah: “But Dad, it’s your turn.”
Rex: “That’s OK – you go ahead this time.”
(We all held hands around the table; Isaiah, Rex, Kris [my sister], and me.)
Isaiah (after giving me and Rex the “evil eye”): (in my best Isaiah-type of pronunciation)
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please make my dad to take his turn.”
Me: :::snort:::cough:::snicker (Isaiah glared at me and pulled his hands back.): “I’m sorry, Isaiah. I needed to sneeze.”
Rex (gently coaxing Isaiah to continue): “It’s OK, Isaiah. You can keep going.”
Isaiah:
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please help me to always win.”
Me: :::snort:::cough:::bust a gut laughing (Isaiah glared at me and pulled his hands back again): “I’m sorry, Isaiah. I need to go to the bathroom. I should have gone before we sat down to eat.” (I exited the table as quickly as I could and continued laughing in the bathroom until I could compose myself. At this point, I really did have to go; I was laughing so hard that I very nearly didn’t make it to the bathroom.)
Before I came back, Rex had a side conversation with Isaiah:
Rex: “Isaiah, remember how we are supposed to pray for nice things, not always asking for stuff like winning or taking turns.”
Isaiah: “OK…”
He starts over…
“Dear heaveny fader, bless this food which we are about to receive.
Help it to nourish our bodies.
Please make my grandma to not laugh.”
Kris had to cover her face and cough.
Isaiah gave her the evil eye, too and finished the prayer before I came back to the table. Kris said she’s not too sure what exactly the rest of the prayer consisted of because she was biting her lip so hard to keep from laughing that the pain was all she could concentrate on.
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